Becoming strangely aware of my teeth.
Yes. You read that right. And I don't understand it either. But within the past few days...just as I've been feeling much, much better from the nasty headcold...I've become strangely aware of my teeth.
okay...maybe not ALL of my teeth, but a single, solitary, evil little tooth in the back upper right hand side of my mouth in particular. It doesn't ache. It hurts. It throbs. This little tooth gets a kick out of bringing me agony...and it's becoming an increasingly prominent problem in my mouth. I just don't get it. I'm good to my teeth! I brush at least twice a day...okay, so maybe I don't floss like I should, but really...who does??
So this little evil tooth...it's actually my wisdom tooth...and frankly, it's not making me any smarter. I've felt it up there coming in for quite some time now, more or less denying its existance...procrastinating discussing it with my dentist for the past two, three years. But somewhere at the tail end of my headcold misery, it decided to charge on through and break the gumline. So in this valiant charge to make Barb miserable...it's pushing my root canal (I swear I take good care of my teeth!! the root canal was 2 years ago when I had a crack in my tooth from grinding my teeth in my sleep)...so I feel like my root canal is going to just drop from my mouth.
It's miserable.
So here's the kicker...my whole "teething" problem became evident when I went dashing across the street before a light change. Each time a foot struck the ground in my quasi-jog, it was like my teeth were reverberating in my mouth. You read it here first folks, teeth can--and do--reverberate. So clearly, because of this revelation, running is now a problem...and lately, walking has become annoying, too. The toothache gives me headaches. The tooth hurts more when I'm running...therefore running = headaches. And that's just no bueno.
I'm calling the dentist first thing in the morning. If I have to go to an oral surgeon, I want it done and have these suckers out as soon as humanly possible.
In the meantime, to help ease the pain, I've pulled out the vicodin. [WARNING: don't try this at home, kids.] Yes...it would appear that yours truly is slowly, but surely, turning into Karen Walker from Will & Grace...I practically have my own mini-pharmacy hiding in my bathroom cabinet. I've got Reglan... Vicodin... Lorazepam... Protonix... Aciphex... Prevacid... and some random old cat bite antibiotics, just to name a few fun lil' prescriptions in my posession. You got a problem...I got a remedy, and yes...if you have a fever, I've got more cowbell.
So I took the vicodin close to an hour ago...pain in my mouth is gone...poof! GREAT! The only problem is, is this stuff makes me crazy. Crazy like I want to throw my cat into the dishwasher for nuzzling up against my black pj pants crazy. In the past hour, I have already cried. Three times. Once because I felt bad that I didn't take the dog out with mike....once because I couldn't get the dvd player to work (mike was laughing hysterically at me) and I actually sat here and cried, because I want to run. And can't. Because my tooth hurts. It's ridiculous...it sounds like a nutty poem that ended up crumbled in the trash can in shel silverstein's home...
This crap makes my emotions go haywire.
So yes...I hope to have a date with my dentist very soon. Otherwise it'll be an extended battle of barb vs. tooth vs. vicodin vs. barb's 20 other personalities that come out while on the meds. Oh, my husband will be thrilled.
I just blame the single, solitary, evil little tooth in the back upper right hand side of my mouth for making me crazy and so in tune of my teeth. I bet you can't say the same...now can ya?
okay...maybe not ALL of my teeth, but a single, solitary, evil little tooth in the back upper right hand side of my mouth in particular. It doesn't ache. It hurts. It throbs. This little tooth gets a kick out of bringing me agony...and it's becoming an increasingly prominent problem in my mouth. I just don't get it. I'm good to my teeth! I brush at least twice a day...okay, so maybe I don't floss like I should, but really...who does??
So this little evil tooth...it's actually my wisdom tooth...and frankly, it's not making me any smarter. I've felt it up there coming in for quite some time now, more or less denying its existance...procrastinating discussing it with my dentist for the past two, three years. But somewhere at the tail end of my headcold misery, it decided to charge on through and break the gumline. So in this valiant charge to make Barb miserable...it's pushing my root canal (I swear I take good care of my teeth!! the root canal was 2 years ago when I had a crack in my tooth from grinding my teeth in my sleep)...so I feel like my root canal is going to just drop from my mouth.
It's miserable.
So here's the kicker...my whole "teething" problem became evident when I went dashing across the street before a light change. Each time a foot struck the ground in my quasi-jog, it was like my teeth were reverberating in my mouth. You read it here first folks, teeth can--and do--reverberate. So clearly, because of this revelation, running is now a problem...and lately, walking has become annoying, too. The toothache gives me headaches. The tooth hurts more when I'm running...therefore running = headaches. And that's just no bueno.
I'm calling the dentist first thing in the morning. If I have to go to an oral surgeon, I want it done and have these suckers out as soon as humanly possible.
In the meantime, to help ease the pain, I've pulled out the vicodin. [WARNING: don't try this at home, kids.] Yes...it would appear that yours truly is slowly, but surely, turning into Karen Walker from Will & Grace...I practically have my own mini-pharmacy hiding in my bathroom cabinet. I've got Reglan... Vicodin... Lorazepam... Protonix... Aciphex... Prevacid... and some random old cat bite antibiotics, just to name a few fun lil' prescriptions in my posession. You got a problem...I got a remedy, and yes...if you have a fever, I've got more cowbell.
So I took the vicodin close to an hour ago...pain in my mouth is gone...poof! GREAT! The only problem is, is this stuff makes me crazy. Crazy like I want to throw my cat into the dishwasher for nuzzling up against my black pj pants crazy. In the past hour, I have already cried. Three times. Once because I felt bad that I didn't take the dog out with mike....once because I couldn't get the dvd player to work (mike was laughing hysterically at me) and I actually sat here and cried, because I want to run. And can't. Because my tooth hurts. It's ridiculous...it sounds like a nutty poem that ended up crumbled in the trash can in shel silverstein's home...
This crap makes my emotions go haywire.
So yes...I hope to have a date with my dentist very soon. Otherwise it'll be an extended battle of barb vs. tooth vs. vicodin vs. barb's 20 other personalities that come out while on the meds. Oh, my husband will be thrilled.
I just blame the single, solitary, evil little tooth in the back upper right hand side of my mouth for making me crazy and so in tune of my teeth. I bet you can't say the same...now can ya?
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 12:17 AM
3 Camper Comments:
oh my. a blog entry written while on vicatin??? the pain sounds very bad (at least pre-drugs!) take care!!!!
uggh. My wisdom tooth experience sucked, but much differently. The vicodin did not make me feel better, well it helped the tooth, but it resulted in my spending X-mas clinging to the toilet. So I was only able to take iburprofen after that and my mouth hurt for at least a week. I was miserable.
Hope your doc fixes you up quick!
Ouch!! I had my wisdom teeth out a few years ago. Two of them had broken through the skin and I had the same pain you're having!! I sucked on ice like a baby teething!
Get 'em out!
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