well, hello Monday!
On Saturday afternoon, I happily took a bite out of my hamburger at work. There was something crunchy in the meat. "I'll tell the cooks later" I thought. I swallowed the meat and something odd occured to me. "Where's the rest of my molar?" FUCK! My tooth broke in half! Fucking weak ass teeth! That's what the "crunchy" in the meat was... my tooth!
I called the dentist, who wasn't back until Monday at 11am, and left a message something along the lines of "Hi Dr. Butler, It's Siobhan Yore, um,.. I just broke my tooth in half about 5 minutes ago. Can you call me on Monday, because well, I need to fix this 'cus it hurts. Thanks, bye." I went back to work, and proceeded to drink many shots of whiskey throughout the rest of the day. And when I got home, I drugged myself.
It's not too painful today, but they can't fit me in for an appointment until tomorrow at 1pm. Ugh. The worst part is that there was already an existing filling in that tooth, and now the jagged edges of that filling are cutting and poking my tounge! I just want to go home and go to bed.
No more hamburgers for me.