Waking up waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay late on a Saturday and discovering a filling floating loose in your mouth.

And sadly, not someone else’s filling. My own.

Ouch, says I. And without dental insurance, stable income, or even a dentist that owes me a favor, I think I might just have to learn to live with some pain for a bit.

Damn it.

Not my life, these days. It’s just not my life.