I have a dental story for y'all.
When I was younger...way younger...as in 17ish I had to have a root canal. Fast forward 20+ years and I started having pain in the same tooth and it formed a bump on the side of my gum below it. (ok everyone all together now: "abcess!").
When I went to my dentist (who I fear, hate and love), he said, no...you cannot possibly have a lump there as we didn't see anything on your xrays previously. But lo and behold when he stuck his rubber clad finger in my mouth (blech!) he felt the bump. So...he loads me up with antibiotics and sends me on my merry (kicking and screaming) way to see an oral surgeon. X-rays and poking and prodding ensue. Come to find out back in the ice ages when I had that root canal, they didn't get all the nerves that branch out at the bottom of the root. So oral surgeon guy (who was hot I may add) says "Off with the bottom of that root!" Some laughing gas, a hole in the side of my gum, major happy drugs and stitches later, I'm home with an ice bag on my face recovering.
Fast forward mere few months later, on a business trip in FL during the big sales meeting dinner with a cast of thousands, I bite down on my banquet style, semi-warm, overcooked entree...I feel 'craaaack!!!'. And out popped half of my tooth. Yikes!
Back to the dentist I go who then decides...Out out **** tooth! And sends me off to hot oral surgeon who promptly puts me to sleep and yanks out the rest of that tooth.
Then back to the dentist for a bridge...which consists of them grinding down the 2 teeth on either side, and fitting a 3 tooth thingy over the 2 teeth and the space.
Yeah...I hate the dentist! (even though mine is gentle soothing and very sweet)