After experiencing jabbing pains in a lower front tooth, off I went to the dentist to learn that the nerve as dying (and apparently not going down easy) and I needed a root canal.
A week of antibiotics later, I was in the dentist chair, getting drilled and filled and hoping that this would be the end of the hurting. My mouth has been sore for 3 weeks, I can’t bite anything because it’s a front tooth and that is seriously annoying.
Two days out from the procedure, I’m eating soup, and get a jab in that tooth, again. Oh, come on! I went through two weeks of this nonsense, and then a week of antibiotics, and then the whole procedure and it STILL hurts? This is not what I expected.
I don’t deal well with pain. The only bright spot in this was that it snowed (and I hate snow) and so we were both off work, and the Bear could take care of the Teen Terror. I spent time upstairs scanning stuff and pouting because I really miss playing Sims and I don’t have a computer that will let me play Sims 2. I loved that game, I don’t want to sign into Origin every time I want to play -which is what you have to do with Sims 3 – and it just annoys the heck out of me that I can’t play games that I bought, and loved, because of some stupid “upgrades.” This is the kind of thing I think about when I hurt. Another bright spot was cleaning a lot of crap out of the spare bedroom – I can see the bed now!
So tomorrow I call the dentist and make sure that this random pain – which was a one shot deal – is normal. And pray I don’t have to make another trip to see him, because my dental insurance isn’t worth a tinker’s damn. Or maybe that’s a dam. I don’t know, it’s an expression my mother used!