You might be wondering where I have been. I'm hearing a lot of: "You never call me anymore," or "you missed our meeting," or "wow, the house is a mess - mom must not feel good..." Or, maybe you just couldn't care less. But, if you have been wondering, I've been camping out in the dentist's chair since Dec. 4. No kidding. Remember me talking about how my tooth broke when we were in St. George over Thanksgiving? Well, it has only continued to bloom. After my first appointment in December, I was still so much pain! So, at my next appointment, I told my Dr. where it was hurting. Lucky me - the tooth next to the original root canal needed a root canal. Um, yah. Two root canals. So, this last Tuesday, I went in for the final "root canal" appointment only to find out that I was headed back on Friday to start the crown process. I knew I was going to need crowns/caps on these two teeth, but I didn't know that they were putting posts in my jaw.
Needless to say, it's Sunday night and I am in pain. And, I think my tongue is permanently numb. Nothing new, but I am so sick of the dentist! I think he is starting to take it personally. Friday he noticed how sick of him I am. I am usually pretty good at courtesy laughs (even when I have a mouth full of cotton, metal and hands), but Friday when I was spitting blood.. no more courtesy laughs.
I'm not sure where I went wrong with my teeth. I have always had great teeth. I just assumed that growing up in Magna that it was the water. I have had very few cavities and always stayed current with my check ups. But, I guess this is a sure sign of aging. I never had braces. Now, I would trade this any day for braces. My jaw throbs 24/7 and my gums hate my toothbrush. I thought I would lose weight through all of this, but I have to eat to take pain killers. So, that's not even working. I am stoned even as I write this. I guess that is a good thing - I have had nearly an unlimited supply of narcotics.
So, there is my sad story. I know you are all crying about crappy weather and a bad economy. Not me. I am crying over my stinking teeth. Eat some Valentine candy for me. My last appointment is March 3.. oh how I can't wait.
