Say AHHHHH......Now SPIT!
Remember how I talked about being strangely aware of my teeth? Okay...so my rear finally went to the dentist. Alright, that's a lie. Yours truly never actually called the dentist in a sheer act of "I know what they're gunna tell me and I don't wanna hear it." I'm not a fan. I loathe the dentist, even though mine is uber-cool. Just the drilling sound...well...you know how it goes...it just crawls under your skin and makes you wanna dig your eardrums out with a spork. I'm getting the willies just thinking about it.
So yah...never called...totally put it on the backburner...the teeth didn't bother my very often and it wasn't anything that Tylenol couldn't handle after a while...
Imagine my surprise when I received a call last Friday remind me about my Wednesday dental exam.
oh. shit. i completely forgot about that.
Serves me right I guess. I have these terrible visions of ending up with a dentist like Steve Martin in Little Shop of Horrors.
Yesterday, I go to my dentist and don't even mention that I'm having issues in my mouth while running...assuming that if I don't say it, the condition just doesn't exist and all will be fair in the land of my mouth once again.
The scraping begins.
"Hey Barb" she says as she scrapes at my teeth "Is your mouth bugging you in the back?"
Damnit. Caught red handed. Clearly there was a problem...and it was evident from the little scrapey thingie and mini-mirror. She was so far back there she should've checked my tonsils while she was at it.
"Yah...my mouth has been a little sore lately...I didn't think much of it."
A lie.
"It really hasn't been bothering me at all."
Another lie.
"Nope...no problems here!!!"
a big.fat.juicy.mother of a lie.
"Uh huh...well it looks like your wisdom teeth are coming in full force and really doing a number on your other teeth."
oh shit.
"And it looks like it may cause damage to your root canal."
OH.MY.GOD. I am never having that done again as long as I live. I don't screw with my root canal tooth. Yes...I had a root canal...I grind my teeth at night, and a few years back, it cracked. Lemme tell ya...it sucked!
"Well that's great..."
"Well...only one of them is impacted...the other is cutting through, so we're going to have to take them out for you...well, the oral surgeon is going to take them out for you..."
Brilliant.
Even through the thick of my procrastination and lies. It all catches up to me. So pretty soon, I'll have to shell out some ungodly amount of cash to go through a few days of excrutiating pain.
At least now I can procrastinate calling the oral surgeon...right!? Plus the oral surgeon is the one with the drugs! Put me under!!!!!! I'll get around to giving them a call. I guess things just have to die down at work...and I need to plan on taking a day or two off.
In other news...Mike opted to make fun of me during my Pilates workout this evening. It not only hurt my feelings., but broke my concentration, too :( Everyone should go over to his blog and leave a comment about how he should be nicer to his wife.
Heheheee..
So yah...never called...totally put it on the backburner...the teeth didn't bother my very often and it wasn't anything that Tylenol couldn't handle after a while...
Imagine my surprise when I received a call last Friday remind me about my Wednesday dental exam.
oh. shit. i completely forgot about that.
Serves me right I guess. I have these terrible visions of ending up with a dentist like Steve Martin in Little Shop of Horrors.
Yesterday, I go to my dentist and don't even mention that I'm having issues in my mouth while running...assuming that if I don't say it, the condition just doesn't exist and all will be fair in the land of my mouth once again.
The scraping begins.
"Hey Barb" she says as she scrapes at my teeth "Is your mouth bugging you in the back?"
Damnit. Caught red handed. Clearly there was a problem...and it was evident from the little scrapey thingie and mini-mirror. She was so far back there she should've checked my tonsils while she was at it.
"Yah...my mouth has been a little sore lately...I didn't think much of it."
A lie.
"It really hasn't been bothering me at all."
Another lie.
"Nope...no problems here!!!"
a big.fat.juicy.mother of a lie.
"Uh huh...well it looks like your wisdom teeth are coming in full force and really doing a number on your other teeth."
oh shit.
"And it looks like it may cause damage to your root canal."
OH.MY.GOD. I am never having that done again as long as I live. I don't screw with my root canal tooth. Yes...I had a root canal...I grind my teeth at night, and a few years back, it cracked. Lemme tell ya...it sucked!
"Well that's great..."
"Well...only one of them is impacted...the other is cutting through, so we're going to have to take them out for you...well, the oral surgeon is going to take them out for you..."
Brilliant.
Even through the thick of my procrastination and lies. It all catches up to me. So pretty soon, I'll have to shell out some ungodly amount of cash to go through a few days of excrutiating pain.
At least now I can procrastinate calling the oral surgeon...right!? Plus the oral surgeon is the one with the drugs! Put me under!!!!!! I'll get around to giving them a call. I guess things just have to die down at work...and I need to plan on taking a day or two off.
In other news...Mike opted to make fun of me during my Pilates workout this evening. It not only hurt my feelings., but broke my concentration, too :( Everyone should go over to his blog and leave a comment about how he should be nicer to his wife.
Heheheee..
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 10:36 PM
5 Camper Comments:
You whine a lot :) I'm sure Mike had very good reasons to make fun of you. And as i told him, I don't think i can accept Phog as a friend ... you two may be 'those' people, doesn't make me one of 'those' people too.
I had a all 4 of my wisdom teeth and 1 other removed several years ago... it was actually easier than the root canal. :)
Eeek! I had all four of my wisdom teeth out in September, I feel your pain. I think I set a record for longest recovery *ever* from oral surgery - the pain lasted over a week, and I couldn't open my mouth properly for about two weeks after that!
But don't worry, I'm a freak, and I just like to whine. My best friend had hers done a couple of years ago, and she was eating carrots the next day.
Plus, going under really rocks. And since you live in the States, they will give you way better drugs than my measly Tylenol 3's!
Done! Brent is constantly saying goofy things while I'm doing yoga that gets me totally messed up. And Pippin feels the need to give me an encouraging lick or two, or sit down right on me, so it's a miracle if I get anything done.
Just get the W teeth out! It's not that bad. I only took 1 pain pill that knocked me out for 12 hours. After that I just talked funny for a couple of days. No biggie. I had all 4 out at once, too.
oh my husband knows better than to make fun of me while doing pilates!
sorry about your teeth. definitely go under and make sure they give you drugs that will kill teh pain while not making you phyiscally ill. (bad experience)
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