So after days in pain, my parents paid for me to go to the dentist--he was lovely, he got me right in--and after much hemming and poring over 3 x-rays, he pronounced I needed a root canal.
Well, lovely. This will make 5? 6? I've lost track, since my first horrifying experience at 19. I had a broken molar and the pain got to the level that I
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