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Gross tooth gross

It's totally time to go to the dentist.

About 2 years ago, I woke up in the middle of the night with a sharp, stabbing pain in my mouth. When I ran my tongue over the painful molar, I cut myself on a jagged sharp edge.  There was a weally big pwobwem in my mouth.

The dentist I saw the following afternoon confirmed it -- I had split my tooth in half by grinding my teeth in my sleep. SUPER OUCH.  And he would charge me $7000 to "fix it," meaning pull it, root canal it, and put an implant in it's place.  DOUBLE SUPER WTF OUCH.

So, *obviously* I did nothing. Occasionally, it would hurt or get food stuck in the crack, but it was all good.  Kind of. Except for the nagging voice in my head that kept reminding me that I was eventually going to need some sort of oral surgery in the near future. That, and the ever larger cavity that was developing in my already gross tooth.

Then last night, after my little (ok, great BIG) meltdown, I was all cold and shivering.  I mean, the kind of cold that happens in your core after a good long hysterical cry, sending your body into sporadic earthquake-like spasms. The kind that cause you to tense up, in a desperately futile attempt to hold your body still.  I kept dozing off in complete physical and emotional exhaustion, only to be shaken awake by another fit of tremors rumbling through my body.  [ I thought I must be getting sick, but LJ said I didn't have a fever. That I was likely just having a physical response to how upset I'd been earlier.  He cuddled me close, trying to warm me up. I kept him up all night, apparently whimpering every time my body shook.]

This morning, my whole body was sore. I felt like I'd been a car wreck.  Especially my jaw was tight and achy. I must have been doing some serious jaw-clenching and tooth-grinding.

As a result (I think) that nasty cracked molar has become SO MUCH WORSE. Throughout today, every time I eat, bits of that tooth keep breaking off. SUPER GROSS! (Strangely though, it doesn't hurt...) I must must MUST find a dental clinic on Monday.

Hell, I hate going to the dentist. Having my wisdom teeth pulled was a downright traumatic experience. I might still have some PTSD because of it.  Is there such a thing as a dental doula? I might need someone to talk me through this.



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Feb. 16th, 2010 06:52 am (UTC)
I have a similar situation. FUCK. THE. DENTIST.

When I was 14 or 15 I had a messed up tooth and ended up going to an old timer dentist that scraped away my gumline, drilled the tooth into four pieces and then yanked them out. I was so out of it afterwards. I can't swallow pills and the antibiotics & pain meds were a huge problem for me. I've had some more positive experiences since then, but I still think about that every time I have to go.

Right now my teeth are pretty fucked, but we don't have the money and there's no way I'm setting foot inside a dentist's office unless I am in so much pain I have no other choice.
Feb. 16th, 2010 09:55 pm (UTC)
Believe it or not, I'm STILL putting this off. I called and made an appointment, and then skipped it. I so can't bring myself to go. I know this tooth needs to be pulled, and I'll likely live to regret it, but I just can't do it.
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