Ouchie

So, I have made it no secret that I HATE going to the dentist. Last week I had to go TWICE! My original appointment was on Tuesday at 11am. However, I ended up waiting over thirty minutes because the patient ahead of me ended up needing more time to fix their problem. That meant that the dentist wouldn't have time to do all that I needed done.

Unfortunately, one of my teeth that needed to be worked on was my #20 molar, that's the one in the far, upper back on the left side. I have a small mouth, and the dentist has big hands....this is what happens when that is the case.

This picture really doesn't do justice to how it looks and feels. I feel like I have been split from my lip to my ear. Okay that might be a slight exaggeration. Frustrating thing is that this particular tooth needs more work...so I fear once again I will find myself with a split lip after going to the dentist.

Woe is me....