Mindel wrote:
In US: You call every dentist within reasonable driving distance, then every dentist within unreasonable driving distance. This proves pointless, because they don't work weekends, and if they did, they'd be booked anyway. You get an appointment for next Wednesday, swallow a bottle of advil, and pray for death. Saturday morning you realize you cannot bear it a moment longer, make your way to an ER or Urgent Care clinic where, after sitting in a cramped, cold waiting room amongst a veritable menagerie of human decay and disease, you're seen by doctor who can't fix your @#%^ing teeth anyway but gives you a script for vicodin. You fill it, go home, and crawl in to a narcotic coma. Tuesday morning you call 911 because you can't feel your face. You're rushed to the hospital where it's discovered you have a massive abscess which has burst in to your brain. You die and your next of kin receives a stack of medical bills likely totaling more than your average annual salary.
I started getting ridiculously painful tooth ache on the 23rd December at eleven at night. I tried to tough it out by crying like a little girl, until my girlfriend got tired of hearing me sob. So we went to the local hospital's ER, and waited for about 30 minutes, until the on-call dentist in the ER was free to see me. He told me to get a dentist appointment soon, did a clean-up, and prescribed me some kick-*** painkillers. It cost me nothing, and took an hour in total. I was back home and sleeping like a baby by 1 in the morning.