Thursday, July 16, 2009

Thrilling. Not

So just an update on the dental situation because I know you all are just dying to know all the gory details. Heh, well there aren't many.

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

TMI AHEAD!

On the second day of our vacation while I was flossing to get a stubborn piece of dinner out a big piece of my tooth came out as well. See doc, flossing isn't always the way to go. Well it didn't hurt with the exception of the fact that the new edge was a bit sharp on the ole tongue. After setting up an appointment our vacation continued.

Fast forward to last Monday. I went in expecting some fairly crappy news. One reason the chipped tooth. A second reason being I haven't gone to the dentist for eight years. Yeah I know. No comments necessary. So X-Rays and then he starts poking around. He can't find a chip. WTF? Turns out that flossing I did two weeks earlier dislodged a chunk of tartar so large I thought it was tooth. Gross huh? Heh. The doc thought so too, but clothed his comments in dentist jargon. Well duh doc not going in for eight years is obviously not the best way to maintain good oral hygiene.

Turns out after eight years I had two minor cavities and a friggin shitload, or I guess mouthful is more accurate, of tartar. So the plan was to "deep clean" for the tartar and drill and fill the cavities. I was cool with that, but didn't realize he was ready to start right then. Heh, oh well no time like the present. It was gonna take two sessions for some reason. I would have been cool with one long one, but oh well. First day he novocaines the crap outta the left side. Drills and fills the two cavities on that side and scrapes the living bejeebus outta that side. No pain, but damn holding your mouth open that long sucks major donkey balls. Went in at noon. Needle action at 1PM. Outta there around 4:30. Phew.

Show up on Tuesday a little before 5 to finish the right side. Same thing novocaine, drill and fill and hit the road. About an hour and a half later and done. This time I'm not gonna let eight years go by before I go back. Maybe just seven.

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