So yesterday afternoon I'm eating some NECCO waffers when I bite down and I feel something go "crack". And I mean I felt the cracking like it was part of me.
And I broke a fucking tooth!
I hate going to the dentist.
Instincts told me that it was bad and and that was confirmed when the tooth particals came out of my mouth.
So I called the dentist, and since he doesn't work on Friday, I have to go to an oral surgeon today and have the remenants of said tooth removed through an extraction.
And this is a busy weekend. I have a birthday party later tonight, I have my 30th High School Reunion on Saturday and picnics and the like.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Now I have to pay for an implant! FUCK!!!!!
And I hate going to the dentist because the receptionist doesn't understand that I just don't have $3,000 dollars, or a credit card to put it on. When I tell her I have been credit card free for five years she looks at me like all she can hear are crickets chirping.
So, here I sit in waiting to get whats left of the tooth removed.
The good news is that I can afford this. The bad news is parting with the cash. BAH!
Hope your weekend goes better than my today!