’scuse me while I vent a bit…
This tooth does not hurt me right now. In my childhood, I had this tooth, along with every other freaking back tooth in my mouth, filled to the max with silver. This dentist was related to us and apparently was not up-to-date on the latest pain management techniques, unless you consider increasing pain as pain management. He also liked to make fun of my hysteria.
Fast forward: As an adult, I began to have persistent pain. I had this tooth sanded down and reshaped to fit my bite three times. The dentist told me I needed a crown but she wouldn’t do it until a root canal specialist did a root canal. The root canal specialist said I just needed a crown. The dentist didn’t want to do a crown. In the meantime, I was scrubbing it with peroxide and suffering. Then God intervened and placed a piece of bone in my hamburger. I cracked it and was treated to a blessed crown by a different dentist.
Fast forward to two years ago: “Doesn’t that hurt?” the hygenist says as she pokes a sharp pointy object between my teeth. Well it hadn’t for a long time, but yeah, it hurts NOW that you skewered it. I went to the periodontist. He sent me back to the dentist to close the gap between my teeth. I went back to the periodontist. Again. And again. I went back to the periodontist for that one tooth about TEN TIMES.
Fast forward to one month ago. “Doesn’t that hurt?” the hygenist says as she pokes a sharp pointy object between my teeth. Well, no, as I struggle not to flinch. I know where THIS is going. The dentist comments on how healthy it looks for an infected tooth. Isn’t that nice. I use a prescription mouthwash for a month.
Fast forward to today. “Doesn’t that hurt?” the dentist says as she pokes a sharp pointy object between my teeth. No. I didn’t even have to struggle not to flinch.
Yet, I am going to the damn periodontist tomorrow!
I’m just about ready to have the damn thing pulled and be done with it. It will save me a lot of gas.