Mouthed

The last thing I needed during a couple stress weeks at work was something else going wrong... like, say, a filling coming out. That happened a week ago, Thursday.

What's worse is I couldn't for the life of me figure out where the filling came out. No matter where I rolled my tongue around, everything felt the same. That was bothersome. I assumed it was a very back molar, because I wouldn't regularly put my tongue on those anyway. When it came to dinner that night, I was very careful with my food. Except for one piece of cold broccoli --which the hit the bad spot. There's where the filling popped out. Owie.

So, somehow with everything else going on, I needed to find time to see my dentist. My dentist made it easy on me, though. They could book me for mid-November to "take a look", but then it would be some time after that before they could do anything for me.

So, more than a little frustrated, I sent out a message on my company messageboard to see if anyone could recommend a good dentist for an emergency. One of my bosses recommended a place. I wasn't sure why he'd CC'd a couple other guys on the email, but a reply from one of them explained it all. "It's supposed to be a secret" (including a link to the dentist's website), he said. I clicked on the link...

Have you ever thought to yourself, while watching those medical shows on TV: "Why is it that every doctor and every nurse is so good looking on these shows, but in reality, there's no one like that!"

I found the dental equivalent.

This office is filled with smokin' hot women. No wonder it's supposed to be a secret!

I went in on Monday this week and have to say, it was easy keeping my mouth open. Getting my jaw off the floor after was a bit more difficult, but I eventually managed to do it. The dental assistant (wow!) sat and talked to me while we waited for the dentist and talked about commuting on the train (she takes the train too, so I made her an honorary Train Hottie). Then the dentist walked in. Ho-lee cow! She probably could've convinced me of anything, I was so distracted the entire time she was there! But then, when it came time to actually check my tooth, she leaned over me, put a couple fingers in my mouth and her other hand on my shoulder and said: "This'll hurt a little."

To which the only response my now-idiot male brain could come up with was "muh-ha."

After my appointment, I made another one (don't judge) to get the filling (and a couple others) re-done in a week.

Afterward, I noticed a shop across the street I'd always wanted to check out. Since I still had time before I said I'd be back at work, I decided to go across and check it out.

When I walked in, I met someone I wasn't really expecting to....

But that's a story for another day.