I went to the dentist yesterday.
I immediately regret that decision.
I've never had a cavity in my life,
but it seems that during my two year hiatus from the dentist's chair
(hey, cleanings ain't cheap when you don't have dental insurance)
I developed NINE of them.
Nine freaking cavities.
And that's NOT counting the enormous, gargantuan cavity fest
that has essentially consumed the whole tooth that holds up one of my bridges.
It's so bad that they'll probably have to do a root canal.
Oh, and then they'll have to re-do my entire bridge.
I almost cried right there in the dentist's office.
Seriously, I was biting my lip trying not to burst into tears.
Thank goodness our new insurance will cover most of the cost,
but I wish they could also share a portion of the pain associated with a root canal.
Perhaps I should just get it over with and get dentures already.
you know what makes me happier after receiving bad news?
Large, spontaneous purchases from Ikea.
So what are all these boxes?
(other than a hardcore workout for Ryan, who carried them up to our apartment one by one)