Six months back, the filling on my pre-molars fell out. I should have got the cavity filled immediately, but April was a mad month. "I need to find a good dentist", I justified. But you don't exactly find a dentist unless you look for one. My tongue found something new to explore.
Then, the pain flared up. I couldn't hear myself think. I didn't trust myself to talk. Ibuprofen didn't help. Neither did clove oil. I passed the night in excruciating pain. And found myself a dentist the next morning.
Root-canal treatment was the official prognosis.
Why do we delay?
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