I had to go to bed to the sound of money disappearing. Late last night when I ate a piece of soft candy, I bit off a piece of one of my canines. I know I grind my teeth at night and the dentist wants me to get a bite rail. Fortunately, it doesn't hurt.
After undergoing a major jaw operation 15 years ago when I was very used to treatment, I am more afraid today. So I'm incredibly grateful that it doesn't hurt, so I can wait until Monday to contact my regular dentist, who I have a lot of confidence in.
As we got into bed I told the world's most perfect husband I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Then he replies that we are getting old and old things break.
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