The Dentist. Again.
I have to go to the dentist again. A filling in a canine of mine came out. I'm lucky in that it doesn't hurt, but it feels bizarre and looks worse. I have no idea how or when it happened, or where the filling itself is. I was running my tongue over my teeth when suddenly there was a hole there. After a moment of panic, I realized, "Gee, a filling came out." Then I made arraignments to have it fixed. Between then and now if you run into me: yes, there's a thing in my tooth; no, I don't like it; yes, I'm getting it fixed.