I went to the dentist this afternoon. I have a recurring toothache that's been around for a few months, and last week found out the tooth was a bit loose. Plus some other teeth were sensitive to sugar.

While pulling in to park, I bumped a minivan. I don't think anyone outside saw me, and there was no damage, but the receptionist did look at me kind of funny when I came in. An old guy left the office a few minutes later and drove the minivan away.

Back to the story...I get a root canal! Apparently, the nerves are slowly dying in that tooth, or something. He says that it was probably from some trauma (read: injury). Who knows...maybe it was from my concussion a while back.

I also have two fillings that came apart, some shoddy work from my previous dentist. The dentist was suprised I wasn't reeling in pain every time I chewed. And, of course, he gave me a lecture on flossing. I never floss. I don't know anyone who DOES floss. (I guess I know the dentist, but that doesn't count.)

So, in two weeks I get to face the drill to fix the shoddy fillings. He'll also drill out my root-canal tooth, though he said he won't be able to actually do the root canal for at least a month (insurance paperwork or something). I'm not certain what that means...am I going to just have a hollow tooth for two or three weeks after, until the root canal takes place?

He cleaned my teeth, and the dental assistant polished them and gave me flouride. She kept saying "turn your head...more...more" until I was looking straight at her chest. Then she practically shoved her boobs into my face as she leaned over to get inside my mouth with the tooth-polisher tool. I'm not quite sure what that means, but I wasn't complaining.

So...work on my fillings in two weeks, and a root canal in four or five weeks. Should be fun!