I had an emergency appointment with the dentist yesterday. A part of my tooth fell out, and the area felt tender. Yup, a cavity. A big cavity. Under a partial crown, no less. A now-filled with cement cavity. And you guessed it: a probable root canal in that tooth. I like teeth to behave themselves and quietly do what they were made for: chew. Root canals are not my favorite activity.
I went to Hubbo's dentist, a very pleasant, kind (as in novocaine) dentist. I called my old dentist and he now has no listing. Not a good moment for a practicing dentist. I guess he's not practicing. But this new guy is very close to my house, and Hubbo likes him very much. So I switched. And now I need to set up that rc appointment. He's pretty sure that I'll need one sooner than later. I'm going out to Minneapolis at the beginning of March, so I don't want a tooth moment then. So, I'm going to be an adult and call for an appointment. Notice that I'm in a mature phase.
It's nice to have a blog, where I can post these exciting events in my life and get to drive some poor reader to fall asleep. So now onto the main event:
I started my new sock with that pretty ball of yarn in yesterday's post. I like both yarn and pattern very much.
Thanks, Emily and iabrenda. Toofies are a pain in the mouth. Snarl. I'll call the endodontist on Monday and get this thing taken care of before I fly out to Minnesota.
I'd rather knit!
Deniasha - I like teeth, except when they don't behave. Thanks for your sympathy.
knittivritti - Spewing is good! We can call you the volcanic knittivritti!