Dr. Dave found a hole in one of my teeth today. This is disappointing. I never had so much as a single cavity throughout my life until I moved to Hawaii. A few years back, the dentist suggested filling four small "indentations" before they became more severe. With heavy heart, I agreed to the procedure.
Now, in an upper molar, Dr. Dave discovered another one. "There's a hole," he said tersely. He addressed his comment more to the hygienist that to me, and that was the full extent of the conversation.
"Let's set up an appointment for the filling," said Lauren, the hygienist. Thus, I have another dental appointment, for a filling, on June 30.
