From cold pizza to cold chicken

About 10 years ago, or so, I was eating a slice of cold pizza, when one of my teeth cracked and broke clean in two. I immediately went to a dentist and had it "fixed" with a temporary crown. The crown fell out a few years later, which left me with half a tooth. It never bothered me so I let it go. Well, Tuesday afternoon I was eating some cold chicken for lunch at work, when I felt the remaining half of this tooth begin to come loose. I was unsure as to what I should do. We are to close on our new house in less than 2 weeks and are trying to sock away every penny. After about 2 hours of deliberation, I realized that I would have to go have something done.

So I made an appointment for Wednesday at 2:20. I got to the dentists office around 2:00 ( I am a chronic early bird) and much to my delight, they were able to take me in right away. After the obligatory X-Rays and a brief exam, I met the dentist. Dr. Haun. He is probably around 30 years of age, fairly good looking in that dorky Harry Potter sort of way, and then he opens his mouth. He's a Flamin' Mo! LOLOL. Lord, its like there is an unwritten law, if there's a homo within 20 miles, send em to me! Anyway, his sexual orientation notwithstanding, he was a really great dentist. He was quick and thorough and the offending tooth removed within 20 minutes of my arrival. One more hole in my head. *sigh* So now, it's the next day, and after a painful night, I am doing much better, There is still a bit of tenderness, but it is actually healing really well and rather quickly.