A tooth. A FUCKING TOOTH.
Y’all, seriously. It’s not a front one or anything, and it doesn’t hurt, but now I have a dentist appointment tomorrow where I’m sure I’ll be told I need a crown.
And to top it off, my dentist who is middle aged and of average appearance (the way I like my doctors, thank you very much) couldn’t see me until Tuesday, so I had to take an appointment with another dentist in town who I have always avoided seeing because he is, literally, the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen. Ever.
That’s right. I get to go see a Dr. McDreamy of my very own, except instead of being Meredith Grey, all wafish and blonde, I’m a fat pregnant woman with PCOS and too much facial hair. Dark, dark facial hair.
And a broken molar.
But at least it doesn’t hurt….right?