So I went to Dr. Toothy on Tuesday expecting a little pain, even though it was
just to install my finished crown, as I recalled this might entail this thing
they do to surround the base of the tooth with what seems like string to
facilitate fitting. It turned out that nothing like this was required, it was
just some fitting and gluing, and I was done. On my way out, I recalled another
issue from my last check up, as the dentist told me my sole remaining wisdom
tooth has a giant cavity in it, and it should be pulled before this turned into
a problem. They called over to the oral surgeon, and suddenly I was asked to
decide if I should take an appointment just two days hence (which is today). I
initially said no, as I wanted to mentally prepare for this, but when talk of
scheduling after Thanksgiving came up, I realized this could easily get pushed
into next year by holidays and such, and I was not going to be happy if it
turned into a toothache in the meantime, so I took the appointment today.
Therefore, I think it's only fair to add another possibility to the theories
about my dental woes: Maybe it is bad luck, maybe it's genetics, and maybe it is
Halloween candy, but in agreeing to this extraction later this morning, just two
days after a completely pain-free dentist visit, it may just be that I'm a
masochist.
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