You remember what I said about not caring about tempting fate?
somewhere, fate is busting a gut laughing at me.
within 26 hours of posting that, my broken front tooth re-broke, and worse than before. this led to an emergency dentists appointment and me having to fill in a medical questionnaire. breaking down having to tick 'no' to the question 'are you pregnant?', and when the initially-slightly-snotty dental nurse insisted that yes, they did need to know why i was under the care of a doctor. she was nicer after that, but still.
so. just now i was flossing my teeth. this time it was my broken back tooth that went. the filling rattled on the floor loud enough for D to hear from the next room. and again, it's broken worse than before. and again, it's a friday night. again i need to decide whether to wake up early in the morning to call the emergency dental line to get it seen to.
i am so fucking sick of everything going wrong.