All filled up.

After great consideration, Paul and I determined that we had better visit the dentist before leaving Korea. I hadn't been in about three years and Paul hadn't been in about twelve. We figured it'd be good to get our routine cleanings taken care of here while we still have health insurance.

But oh, the years had not been kind. Paul found out he had eight (or was it ten?!) cavities, and I found out that I had five plus a very rare thing called an internal resorption (or pink spot, as the dentist called it here). Basically one of my teeth had, through no fault of my own, rotted from the inside and was now completely dead. The dentist told me I'd need a root canal--AAAAAAAAAARGH! The very thought made me shudder. I'm only 28, I thought. Why are my teeth failing me now?

So, over the past month, Paul and I have made oh so many visits to the dentist. Between the two of us, we've showed up to the dentist's office and sat in her chair sixteen times. We paid the dentist up front and just kept on going in to have the cavities filled, one by one. It was a bit of a pain, but luckily we live a 15-minute walk away from the place, and our dentist is very very nice.

Today I had my last cavity filled, and I'm exceedingly happy that I don't have to go to the dentist again (at least until I get my next cleaning!) I think the dentist was happy too that she wouldn't have to deal with any foreigners for a while.