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PlainJayne

Bitch, bitch, bitch....
Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I had a close encounter with a lovely slice of ice cold watermelon about a month and a half ago. It was delicious and perfect. I love a good slice of watermelon. I bit down on the icy goodness and just about dropped my ass in the floor. Pain shot down through my jaw, into my gorram toenails. I'd had issues from time to time with sensitivity, but nothing that bad. Hadn't been to the dentist in awhile, so I figured I better go. Figured I had a cavity or something and the cold set it to hurtin'. So I went to the dentist (which is something I hate, almost as much as I hate spiders--but you gotta do what you gotta do, right?), and I was very shocked to get a clean bill of dental health. No cavities. No gum disease. Yay, me! The pain from the watermelon incident faded to an intermittent, dull ache then eventually went away completely. Again, yay me! I'm good to go.

No, not so easy. It started to hurt a little bit again Sunday night at work (probably because I was about to grind my teeth down to nubs with my high levels of stress and general irritableness); no biggie, I took some motrin when I got home and went to bed. Monday afternoon when I got up, I could feel the hurt coming, but I took some more motrin and figured I'd be okay. By 3am, I was up and out to Walgreens to try & find something to ease the shit up so I could try to sleep. Ice didn't work. Tequila didn't work, although after a couple of good-sized shots the jaw throbbing was the only thing I could feel. I bought some of that crap you give teething babies even, that didn't do a damn thing either. So, I called the dentist & went back in today.
Guess what? I have a fractured tooth in the back of my mouth that's been leaking food and crap down into the roots (which look like fish-hooks, BTW, so we won't be pulling that sombitch out without a fight) and I get to go see a specialist tomorrow to see if I need a root canal or something even more fun. It didn't show up on the xrays because it's split in such a way that the xrays wouldn't have caught it with 500x the rads. I drew the senior dentist in the group, and he poked around in there until he found where it really gorram hurt and said, "uh huh, I'll bet that thing is fractured..."
Let me just say that this is the last thing I wanted to hear about this afternoon. I'd rather have him tell me there's nothing wrong with me, that I'm just crazy and shouldn't ought to worry about it so much. Much better than, "wow, I bet that does hurt..." and "I'm going to refer you out to a specialist." Have I said already how much I hate going to the dentist?
Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. I hope this guy's got enough nitrous to put my ass out, or this little adventure is like to get real interesting...I think I have a xanax left for this very contingency...hope I ain't packed that shit up...

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