I've had a tooth bothering me for the past couple of week - it was a tooth last week, now it's two teeth, both on the same side, one on top and the other on the bottom. The one on top had a filling come out so it's a sharp pain and I have no idea what's up with the bottom one but my whole jaw aches. The kind of ache that when I made the appointment the receptionist asked if I wanted her to call with a reminder and I said no, the tooth will remind me thank you very much.
They could've gotten me in last week but that meant that I'd have to take a day off and besides, it's unmanly to admit you're in any kind of pain.
I should've swallowed my pride and went in because I ended up taking Friday off anyway and today I'm crying in a most unmanly way. I am being a little pussy. Fucking toothache was so bad it woke me up at 3 AM this morning for a mouthful of Orajel.
I hate dentists. When I was a kid, the only dentists we went to were Army dentists and they are not known for their skills. Oh, there are some excellent dentists in the Services I'm sure, but they're all taking care of Field Grade officers, not some snot nosed 10 year old kid ready to do combat with any damned body with a drill or needle in his hand.
So I'll have my work done as needed, but I really have to need it done. Today is going to be one of those days that I wish I still drank.
I went in for a root canl once and had a dental assistant ask me if I had been hit in the mouth there. I thought about it for a while and asked "How recently are we talking here?"
"Ever. Have you ever been hit in the mouth there? Recent studies have shown that a sudden impact on a tooth can cause nerve damage later in life."
Shit, those folks are gonna make a lot of money off me - I can't count the number of times I've been hit in the mouth.
My old dentist sold his practice a few months ago, so this is my first trip to the new guy and probably my last one too. I recently moved and there's no sense driving to another town to get my work done. We'll see how it goes.