It was Dr. Ted, thank goodness. He ground down the crown a bit more since it was a bit high, told me to take aspirin, and reminded me to wear my bite splint. Oh, joy. I still feel like crap, as if I haven't slept in months. I did sleep very poorly last night. The Golf Addict slept soundly, snoring like a chorus of tree frogs.
So far no one has called or emailed me about the job reference check. (Gee, I can't imagine why I'd be grinding my teeth again! No pressure in this old girl's life!)
I must get a nap. I'm a zombie. Dr. S.
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