So the last lower molar I have has a chunk missing. Apparently, an old filling pretty much fell apart on me. I've had this happen to another tooth and was able to go for months and months before I had to get it addressed. I was hoping for the same with this one, as I've used up almost all of my dental coverage for the year, thanks to the oral surgery I needed earlier this year.
So I'm eating a late lunch and chewing and all of the sudden ... fucking searing pain! I guess a piece of the chopped steak got lodged in the missing part of the tooth and I chomped down on another chunk of the delectable meat at just the right (wrong) angle and it ... HURT ... LIKE ... FUCKING ... HELL.
It took several hours of constant use of Orajel, ibuprofen and an ice pack for it to get down to a moderate throb.
I call my dentist's office and, guess what? They're closed tomorrow (well, later today, Wednesday). Fucking great. So now I have to wait until Thursday before I can get it drilled and filled. Ugh.
And in order to get it done as soon as possible, and to avoid any further shooting bolts of agonizing pain through my jaw, I scheduled my appointment for 8 a.m. Which means waking up super early (3 hours early, for me) on my first full day back in the office ... on a day in which I have to lead a community round-table at noon. Yay, me!