I have horrible teeth. I would like to blame this on the four years of braces while a teenager but I have a feeling that genetics played a huge role in this as well. I also have a very real fear of the dentist. It doesn’t matter if it was Santa Claus cleaning my teeth and removing cavities, I don’t do well when it comes to any procedures (well, I can deal with the cleanings).
I have let two teeth abscess, the second one was the worst though. It was an upper, very back molar and while my dad said, “just let them pull it,” I knew that after four years of virtual hell that I was not going to jeopardize my somewhat straight teeth but taking one out. But I finally learned my lesson in terms of getting the root canal when they tell you to because I never want to live through that again.
In the past two years I have gotten two root canals and numerous fillings or replacing old fillings on top of the gift that keeps on giving. . . a chipped tooth from an incident involving my half sister, a phone and a chair. At some point I will need to get most of the bonding pulled off and either get a crown or a veneer but for now it is going to stay bonded.
After the two and a half hour visit last Monday I was quite sore (having multiple shots in your mouth can do that to you) and could tell that the temps they placed were rough. I knew that after a couple of days I could deal with it because my cheeks are scarred up from the braces. Unfortunately while eating lunch Thursday (real food, not soup!) my bottom temp decided to pop off.
Off to the dentist I go to get it placed again, this time they smoothed out the rough edges on that one. I didn’t think about asking them to do it to the top one though. I thank them as I am leaving and say I will see them on the first when I will get my nice, shiny crowns! Yeah!
Well Saturday comes around and after teasing Bird relentlessly about not driving in the rain, she heads down for a girls afternoon. After dinner I keep picking at both teeth because it felt like something wasn’t right. As we were walking into Kirklands my bottom temp pops off again. Seriously? At first I thought I would just forget about getting it back on then Bird mentions they sell a glue for temps and fillings over the counter. No problem! I can do that.
I tried it yesterday and well, it stayed for an hour and then decided to pop off. After living on ibuprofen for the past week, my gums around the top temp still trying to heal and chewing on that side doesn’t feel good I knew I would need to go back to the dentist’s office.I feel so bad for the whole office, every time they turn around I am in there and need them to re-glue this stupid temp. At least I remembered to request the smoothing of the top temp.
I am sure my coworkers think I am crazy because it is almost a daily occurrence now for me to go to the dentist. Pray that this sucker stays on this time. I really don’t want to go back until the permanent ones are ready. Plus I am going out of town this weekend and will be eating fabulous food, so having a bum tooth kind of gets in the way of that!
This weekend I did manage to get some exercise in, clean the kitchen, do tons of laundry, clean out my pantry and watch football. And while I was off in dreamland last night my neighbor came over during the storm (so didn’t even realize it was storming) wanting me to come over to sit with her. Her hubby was at work, her kids asleep and she had gotten sick and was contracting. When she knocked on my window for some reason I could have sworn it was some random kid asking me to come over. Then when she said she was contracting I woke up enough to jump up and run out to her. Oh man! I still feel so horrible for telling her to go home. Bad Amy!
Luckily we started talking, I got her to sit back and drink some water and her tummy meds kicked in so she could get some more sleep. Of course as we were texting this morning I was saying something about being sick and then feeling sore but my autocorrect decided to replace the s in sick with a d. Stupid autocorrect!
And this was just Monday, I am hoping the rest of the week picks up and there are no more storms. I forget that a lot people are on edge around here when it comes to storms. I am thankful that I have gotten to the point (after many years of no sleep while it was storming) that the storms no longer bother me.