Today is going to be unfun.
Saturday evening Mom said she thought she had a broken tooth, asked me to put my finger in her mouth. I declined.
Sunday she suddenly was sure she had TWO broken teeth.
(she is still eating normally)
Today we have a 1pm dental appointment with our friend of 20+ years, so I'm hoping he can clean her teeth and calm her down.
I have gotten her up, showered, dressed, fed, and we're about to head out the door.
This may be the first time she's not fought going to any kind of doctor in literally years.