So, last night I started to feel a little twinge of pain in a tooth. Since I'm leaving for Italy today, I decided that if I ignored it, it would probably go away. It didn't. It got worse... I couldn't sleep because of the pain which spread from my tooth to my jaw and then my ear. I didn't have time to go to the dentist- I had to catch an afternoon flight at Kennedy, 4 hours from where I live. I started wondering what Italian dentists might be like. I tried to eat a bagel- biting down on that tooth brought tears to my eyes- trying to drink my hot tea was torturous. I called the dentist. He said, "Come now." I walked into his office and felt like I was at a pit stop at the Daytona 500. In exactly 26 minutes he gave me a root canal, and sent me on my way with lots of drugs.
As my friend says, dentists are little miracle workers.
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