- I guess you get the picture by now - I absolutely HATE going to the dentist.
Two days ago, I started getting this infuriating pain in one of my teeth. When it was at it's worst, I had to go lie down, and after one or two hours, I was rather exhausted from the pain.
I knew something was wrong, and I booked an appointment at the dentist. Luckily (and only because I was willing to be checked by another dentist in the clinic) did I get an appointment today at 10.30 am. And thank god. The first message I got was "Yes, we have an opening in 3 weeks" THREE WEEKS?!?! I'LL BE DEAD BY THEN!!
Yesterday just after dinner, the pain intensified - like 5-fold. It was supposed to be a cozy dinner with nice takeout in our garden, but I had to cut it short, and go munch a bunch of pills, and lie down... again.
So at the dentist today, I was nervous as always, when I have the feeling that something is bad.
I got x-rayed, and the image revealed a rather large pus-filled infection, but no holes. Nothing wrong with the tooth, except that infection. But it had spread to the nerve, and so I had to get my second root canal. What a bitch. Especially since this one was definetely NOT self inflicted, from lack of proper dental hygiene. Worst part was, that normally they drill a hole, add some stuff that kills the nerve, and close it up with a temporary filling. I could not get a temporary filling, because the pus kept flowing from the hole. Nice, huh? So I'm even on penincillin over the weekend, to clear the infection. Man I must've been a real ass, to get such bad karma my way.
I'm still numb in the face...
- and don't you just love, how they put you in the chair, leave you in the empty room for a few minutes with all the nasty tools, just to kinda set the mood?
Dental WMD's (Weapons of Molar Disassembly)
