Ow! Ow! OH DEAR GOD OW!
As if my sensitive teeth didn’t make me suffer enough back in December! One of my fillings fell out in January, got redone, and just happened to fall out yet again this past weekend! UGH! NOT AGAIN I THOUGHT! NOT FREAKIN’ AGAIN!
In order to avoid strangling my regular dentist, I decided to do some research and go to a brand new dentist that was competent and covered by my insurance. Oh I found him all right, and today’s three and a half hours in that office was about as enjoyable as open heart surgery, and not just the physical experience, but I had a lot more to pay out of my own pocket than usual. Thanks insurance for almost nothing!
My God this doc is good. Phenomenally good, and oh so thorough and a perfectionist. My mouth has not been that agape and hideously opened, prodded, and abused in my entire life! I had X-rays taken, pictures, air blown, a small camera inserted, my gum topically numbed, two injections of Novocain sickeningly jabbed into my piehole, my tooth redrilled, my gum pulled down, my tooth then rebuffed, cleaned, scraped, cured, refilled, then polished! He took quite a few breaks in between to tend to his other patients and let my jaw rest I’m sure during all of this. JAYSUS CHRIST.
He identified a number of other problems I supposedly have to take care of, but I don’t even wanna hear it or think about it, my main goal was to get this filling redone right. He made my teeth sound like a disaster, and I was wondering if it wasn’t his excited joy of bilking my insurance co.
I’m so sore, and oh how my jaw is throbbing. I have to put this all into perspective, it could be worse, it could be so much worse…
Time for Advil.