So, that's what I get for complaining about my root canal being so far away...
They called my house on Friday and said "We've had a cancellation on Monday at 3 pm. Would you like to come in then?"
My husband IMed me and said, "Would you be able to go to the dentist on Monday at 3 pm? Say yes. Say yes. Say yes."
I thought about it for a minute, and finally said yes, while quietly freaking out about it being so soon.
So, I'm leaving work around 2:45 this afternoon, to be tortured at 3. Goody.
At least it won't hurt anymore. I hope. That's what I'll keep telling myself, anyway.
Eep!
Monday, January 26, 2004
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