Monday, I bit into a cookie. My left back tooth hurt like hell. I thought okay..? Random? J and I head to the Pacers game that night. I bite into a hot dog...about throw up from the pain. I'm a little scared at this point.
Tuesday morning, I go to work, sit through a meeting. Can't tell you one thing covered in the meeting...I kept feeling like I was going to pass out. They send me home. I get this gut feeling I need to see SOMEONE.
I call a dentist in the next town over (everyone in my town was either an a-hole about it, or booked). He tells me I need to get a root canal but he can't do it. *Side eye* He refers me to a specialist in Ohio. Um, okay? I call my boss freaking out. His wife works for a dentist in my town (not the a-hole lol). They fit me in today for a second opinion.
I get the tooth extracted next Thursday. It will be so nice to get it taken care of and out of the way. And I don't have to miss any work! Yay!!