If thy maxillary lateral incisor offend thee...
Apparently my tooth has something like a hell mouth**, and is disintegrating from the inside out. It's a pit of horrors contained by a thin layer of enamel. No cavity or trauma caused this: I am just that fucking special.
Which is how, dear reader, I came to have an appointment on Thursday for an extraction, and eventually an implant. As exciting as having titanium screws in my skull sounds, the part in between where I spend several weeks toothless does not appeal to me. But the idea of getting a stopgap treatment only to have another abscess later--or worse, to have the tooth crack--appeals even less.
I should have asked if they could just give me a titanium jaw full of shark teeth, but my insurance probably won't cover 50% of that.
* Perhaps he said it more tactfully than that.
** You say root resorption, I say hell mouth. Let's call the whole thing off.