My mouth didn't require as much money as originally anticipated...YET.
By the time the dentist came in to numb my mouth I was nervous. I actually was more afraid of the shot I think than the rest of it. The shot wasn't bad at all.
Then the procedure started. I don't like those sounds of drills, suction, and grinding inside my head. I don't like the smell of burning tooth or the feel of it when a tiny little bit hit my cheek. It was HOT!
I had hoped that as he was working he would tell me what he was doing but maybe he figures people don't want to KNOW what each step is.
What seemed like a very long time, which probably wasn't but sure felt like it since I needed a bathroom break, he stopped to tell me that he could not find the other nerve. There was a word he called it but I don't remember what it was. I DO remember the word that came to MY lips; DAMN! He had gotten the one nerve out, but couldn't find the other one, so he was going to take an X-ray. While he and she were getting that set up I took a break.
I didn't bother looking into my mouth while I was in the bathroom...I didn't want to see what a half gone tooth looked like.
Back into The Chair...then the x-ray. He found the nerve IN the x-ray and said he'd try again but he truly felt that it was going to be better to get rid of the tooth because if he could find those two missing nerves and he was able to complete the root canal and get a crown, chances are it wouldn't be successful.
He dug around some more and said he needed to pull the tooth. I got another shot for this event. I asked for a shot of whiskey but with my lips numb and part of my face numb I think he misunderstood me. I think he thought I asked him to whistle....cause he did...for a moment...then I realized it was one of those "oh boy" type whistles'.
I got a glimpse of a few of the tools that were inside my mouth and I finally unclenched my hands from each other and grabbed the arms of the chair. The tooth would NOT come out! He was pulling so hard that I was concerned it would give way and he would end up cracking an upper tooth when it gave way. My toenails were curled...just in case he went that far.
He drilled some more, used another sharp pointy thing, drilled some more, came back with the tooth puller outers...and finally, in bits and pieces my tooth came out.
I was immediately packed with gauze. And then he showed me my tooth, in bits and pieces and showed me where the crack was. What a mess that was....
So, when we get home to Newberry, I need to see about getting a tooth (a bridge??).
While I commend this dentist and his staff for the excellent customer service, their level of caring and professionalism, it still doesn't make going to the dentist any easier!
I've got more penicillin (I have to be careful due to the lack of a good immune system for which no Dr can figure out why) and more pain pills. He said I shouldn't need the pain pills and so far I don't...but then I still have blubber for lips. And I'm fixing spaghetti for supper???!!!
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