My worst fears come to light. Tuesday I went to the dentist after 2 weeks of pain that just would not disappear on it’s own, as it should have. It turns out, after three years of having 1/3 of a tooth missing, the nerve was finally dying and really, really unhappy about it. Apparently, I also had an infection running throughout. Joy!

After spending over 4 hours there, being told my impacted wisdom tooth was causing major decay – and therefore major pain – to the tooth in front of it (but they could only deal with the tooth with the hole in it, not the other two, because they only deal with one tooth at a time for insurance reasons), it took the dentist nearly 30 minutes to get the sucker out. A sore arm and quite a few extra shots of Novicaine later, I was missing a tooth with roots that apparently went down to my arm pit. I was also not at all proven incorrect about my “irrational” fear of dentists. They really are evil.

My favorite conversation of the day was as follows:
Dentist-like Creature (henceforth known as DLC): We’ll deal with the one with the hole. Your other one will require a lot of pulling to get around the tooth growing around it. It might crack the bone.
Me: Why’d you have to tell me that?
DLC: As opposed to what?
Me: I don’t know. As opposed to fairies are going to come down and magically remove my tooth and pain.
DLC:…Well, it’d require a lot of work with the other one. But the one with the hole? Fairies are going to drop fairy dust on it and it’ll come out.
Me: Thanks.

While I consider myself a sarcasm connoisseur, it’s lost on me when coming from someone who is about to shove a needle in my mouth and forcibly rip something out of bone. Call me crazy.