Ah, Dentists

In a fit of responsibility, I managed to schedule a dental cleaning and check-up during my American Tour, which was fortunate since it turns out that I have a cracked tooth. To be more exact, I have a cracked distomarginal ridge through tooth number 31. In English, this means that I need to get a crown (insert crown and England jokes here), a procedure that evidently takes more than the 15 minutes left in my dental appointment.

Which left me having to find a dentist (insert dentist and England jokes here). Soon.

Fortunately, in just one phone call I managed to get an appointment next Tuesday, which somewhat diminishes the horrible, terrible story I set out to tell just a few sentences ago….