Trip to the Dentist, Take 1,298,376


I inherited some bad teeth from both sides of the family, meaning that after four horrible years in braces as a teen I now spend a bulk of time and money dealing with cavities. It is a slow process for me in terms of getting everything done because my insurance max can be blown through in just two visits.

At my last cleaning we had a come to Jesus meeting about cavities that needed to be dealt with, old fillings, etc. He mentioned another possible root canal and crown. I had a root canal last year and still have the temporary filling in it because crowns are not cheap. I explained to him that I have a limited budget each year to get things fixed and I wanted all the fillings done in one visit and to patch what could be patched so it could hold me over until the following year.

So my marathon appointment today consisted of five fillings (I think) all over my mouth. Since I am a jumpy patient I opt for the gas and I try with all my might just to sleep through the whole thing. It makes for a much happier patient and the chances of me freaking out is minimal.

I woke up and tried to process what they said they had done and what needed to be done. Next week will be root canal number four with the direction of make it a temporary until I can figure out the money portion for two crowns. A round of antibiotics and pain pills were added to my cost today as well.

One of the shots busted a blood vessel in my lower lip and now, four hours later I can feel my mouth. Chandler got to watch me attempt to eat soup and let’s just put it this way, I felt like a toddler just learning out to eat. I had soup running down my chin onto my chest. If there was any doubt of his love for me, it was obvious after that round of eating that he does in fact love me. Because no one else would sit there and help me get the mess off my face without laughing. And that means a lot in my book. The pain pill hit me like a ton of bricks and as I sat there passing out and then jerking back awake he didn’t feel the need to make fun of me. He just kept saying, go to bed.

And people wonder why I hate going to the dentist. . . I have had more shots in my mouth than actual vaccinations, spent more money on my teeth than I have in clothes the past few years and yet I still have more to accomplish in the next year or two. I should have just gone for the fake teeth and then I would be done with this mess. Oh well, too late now.

And if you happen to see me and I am drooling, gently tell me to wipe it off my mouth and then say a prayer that I am closing in on the last of the repairs that need to be completed.

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