Last week, coming back from visiting Emma at Shire Village and from the Mosaic general meeting, my toothache started getting worse (I had medicated some tweaks for a few days with Advil). Over the next three days, it gradually reached the excruciating stage, to the point where I couldn’t sleep at night. The pain got better when I walked around but I have never learned the art of sleep-walking. So, it was time to go to the dentist.
If you are ever looking for a good dentist in the Boston area, go to Eric Klein. He’s good. An hour of root canal treatment later, the pain was gone. Of course, there are follow-up visits and such to come. But it’s great to be living without pain again.
PS. Of course, Eric is my other dentist, the one that gets to work on my teeth. My main dentist, as in my friend who is a dentist, is Sabine, who — before becoming the brilliant linguist that she is — was a professional dentist, among other things.
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