Yesterday Jon and I happened to have our lunch hour at the same time, so we opted to go out to lunch [toddler free] and just spend a meal sitting in the same booth together. (oh the little things!)
Our food arrived and with my first bite and excrutiating pain in one tooth brought me to tears. After a call to the dentist begging him to see me, he told me I have a crack in my very back tooth. Given my bad luck with crowns failing in the past, my best option in all of this is a root canal. :(
Dental work is my absolute kryptonite. I'd rather take advanced triganometry, in Spanish, outside in the Arizona heat, than have dental work done. Alas, since we have so much going on in the next two months, I opted to get this over with. So Wednesday morning ya'll keep me in your prayers!
