Than go to the dentist.
I know - more that you EVER wanted to know.
Even considering my feelings for the dentist's office I HAD to go yesterday - due to the giant hole in my tooth.
After anxious anticipation I arrived (certain that my future held a root canal) and the Dr. said - "Oh, that's a tiny hole." Not in my book buster - I swear entire meals got trapped in there (eeewww). Within and hour it was drilled and filled - or "Restored" in dentist lingo. Get this - it also didn't cost me an arm, leg, or first born child. Praise God!
While in the euphoric state of "Restored" (and perhaps more notably NOT broke) I made all four of us cleaning appointments for next week - I KNOW - and not even on nitrous!
I feel much better now that I have a plan and a restored tooth.
I'll keep you posted!