A couple of weeks ago, I cracked one of my molars when I bit down on something that had been a little overcooked. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation, and required me to do something I hadn’t in approximately twenty-five years: visit the dentist.
I’m sure you can imagine how thrilled I was at the prospect. But, a cracked tooth is nothing to ignore, so after a quick chat with my parents to learn who their dentist was, I set up an appointment. Continue reading “A Date with Dentistry”