So for the entire weekend, the priority was to find a dentist who could fix this little mishap. I ended up in Shang, since it had one of the few clinics open on a Sunday. I overcame my fear of sharp objects and willingly sat at the dentist chair, hoping I would not come out looking much worse than before.
After a grueling hour or so involving magic blue lights and overhearing gossip between the dentist and her assistant involving some guy named Josh, the dentist finally sat back and said it was done.
Et voila!
She did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.
