So, an hour spent figuring out where I could go to get this tooth dealt with.

Another hour grabbing a bite, putting gas in the Altima, and hustling down to County USC. An hour finding a (free) place to park and getting myself set up. An hour reading 'cause the offices are closed from noon to one. Another hour and thirty reading. Maybe thirty minutes in the chair and I'm out the door.

I'm not gonna go into the gruesome details here; I'll just say that extraction was the right way to go and I'm glad I got it taken care of sooner rather than later. All of this is to say that I now have one less tooth, not that any of you will be able to notice once I no longer need gauze in my mouth to cease the procession of blood.

Fun, eh?

The good news is that the rest of my teeth are apparently in good shape, which sorta surprised me and sorta didn't. Now, I just gotta figure out how poor I can declare myself...