There’s no denying it any longer – the tooth isn’t improving.
These past few weeks (months, almost) have seen me exclusively chewing on the opposite side of my mouth, wincing when the temperature of a drink is too cold or if a stray seed or grain gets lodged in the sore spot.
I’ve been waiting patiently, but my patience has its limits. These became clear last week when I tried a few glasses of wine to see if that helped ease the discomfort. It did – but who wants to drink to feel that sense of relief? Not me.
What’s worse has been the creeping anxiety about it all, the constant note-taking and internal audits I’ve been doing on myself, the how does it feel right now‘s? are getting irritating and – frankly – boring.
So yesterday I took myself back to the dentists and proceeded to have a dizzy attack as soon as I sat in the chair (the stress has been taking a toll on my Menieres). Happily, this time I saw my own dentist. Unhappily, he told me that the filling I only just had done has to be re-done and extended to include part of the outside of the tooth he’s certain has a crack. It will need to be done with silver this time to extend the life and make it stronger.
Basically, at this rate, I’ll look like Jaws within a few years.
The final Ka-Bam! to my wallet came in the form of the cast he took of my upper row of teeth for a night mouthguard. Yes, that’s right, with my unconscious clenching and grinding, I’ve become a menace to myself and in not so many words I got this impression, this is all my fault, silly, anxious, me.
Wish me luck for next Tuesday, please? That’s when the new(er) filling gets put in. At least this time they’re going straight in at the hardcore end as far as drugs are concerned. I have to go in a half-hour early so they take full effect by the time my procedure is ready to start. This will be interesting. All Tweets and Facebook status updates MUST be read with this born in mind!
