I'm going back to the dentist on Wednesday. He's been keeping an eye on a bottom tooth, and it just started screaming at me this weekend. I don't know if that's why I choose the wrong foods last night, or if the wrong food aggravated it, but I'm glad I'm getting it fixed before we go off to Monte Carlo.
By the way, that's in 1 week and 5 days. I'm not counting or anything yet.