Guess what happens when you get a root canal with a temporary filling, and you don't go back to the dentist for three more years?
You have to have another root canal!
That's right, folks, Miss Healthypants did a really stupid thing and put off a visit to the tooth doctor for three years--and now, she will suffer the consequences.
And the worst part is, I don't even really mind going to the dentist that much--at least, not once I'm there. With modern pain-killing substances, I hardly ever feel pain while seated in the dentist's chair.
No, the part I hate about going there is actually just taking the time off to go there.
I mean, if I'm going to take some sick time or vacation time from work, I want to enjoy my time off--I want to wallow in my sickness while Iwanski brings me chicken soup, or wallow in my own filth while I sit in my pajamas all day and not take a shower.
Sitting in a dentist's chair just isn't quite as fun.
But here's the real kicker--if I had just forced myself to go to the tooth doctor one time three years ago, I would have avoided another three hours that I will now have to waste with my mouth hung open while Mr. Dentist Dude scrapes around at my teeth.
I could just kick myself! A whole three hours—oh, what I could do with three whole hours of free time... I could take a long walk in the park...I could watch an Academy-Award winning movie...I could spend three hours at the zoo staring at the kookaburra, waiting for it to laugh...
Oh, who am I kidding—I would probably just sit around in my own filth, watching old Mr. Belvedere re-runs.