Last night, as I was eating dinner, my tooth exploded.
At least, that’s what it felt like.

I was just finishing off the open faced turkey sandwich from the local diner, when BAM! It felt exactly as though my tooth had exploded in my mouth. Or at least, that’s how I imagine this would have felt like. All I knew is that, I couldn’t sit still, and had to get out of the restaurant. I quickly paid, and rushed home, where I immediately quaffed a couple of extra strength tylenol, and then paced. The pain was so bad that I wanted to scream. I didn’t…although I admit to some whimpering.

My friendly landlords were kind enough to provide me with some Orajel, which helped to numb the pain long enough for me to relax some. Then the tylenol finally (mercifully) kicked in.

I was suddenly very tired. I stayed up for a while finishing off a few things (and so that i didn’t end up waking up at 3am or something silly like that). Then I collapsed into sleep.

Now, the plan is to find a dentist to help extract this tooth as quickly as possible. Of course, let us keep in mind (as I have mentioned before) the fear that I have of dentists in general. This is not helped by the fact that I expect that the solution to this problem is going to be painful. I just can’t put it off any more. A certain dentist has been recommended to me, but I they may not be open on Monday. So, I might have to settle for a more expensive, less highly recommended solution as quickly as possible just to get the problem solved.

I’ll keep you updated.