to the dentist to *finally* have the tooth that broke in November pulled. The dentist I’d seen as a child didn’t realize it was “me” when I called to ask if they take my insurance – and they’re making an exception since they’ve known my family for 20-odd years. Thank gawds for that. The tooth doesn’t hurt, but it adds a certain….uhm….flavor to food.
I’m nervous about going. Not about the dentist itself, that’ll be a cakewalk. But I’ve never left Joe for that long before. Yes, I’ve got a bottle of expressed milk standing by, and I’m about to go nurse him for a while to get him to sleep. But AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH I don’t wanna leave him.
Will update when I get back.