I hate the dentist

May 27, 2011 at 12:48 pm 2 comments

Okay, not really, but I’m not the biggest fan of the dentist at the moment.

But first things first….Hi!

I hope you’re having a great Friday and are getting excited about the upcoming holiday weekend. I’m currently “working” from a coffee shop near my house (okay, so I took a teeensy little  break to pop in and say hello to y’all…sue me) for the first part of the day because I had to have an unexpected dentist appointment this morning.

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hangin' out in Caribou

I had some major dental work done last week (several cavities and something called an “onlay” that involved removing half of my tooth and replacing it with some neato computer-ized replacement) and my dentist told me to pay attention to how that onlay tooth felt after a few days, because any pain meant that something was wrong and I would need to come back in. In case you were wondering what it looks like when they remove a huge chunk of your tooth, here’s a good visual…

DISCLAIMER: this is gross. Really, it’s nasty. Look away if you don’t like gross shit.

cavity being filled during a previous dental torture session/"appointment"

Yep, that’s a huge hole in my tooth. Fun, no?

Well, after the numbness and zombie drooling wore off last week (I literally could not move an entire half of my face — I looked like a stroke patient, and my eyelid was drooping. sexy.), I noticed some soreness but chalked it up to the 2-hour long procedure. Over the next few days, I noticed a slight throbbing starting to creep up, but I wondered if it was all in my mind since I tend to be a bit of a (okay, a TOTAL) hypochondriac.

After it was keeping me from falling asleep the other night, I decided to call and come in. She took one look and surely enough said, yep, I’d need a root canal.

WTF.

Have I mentioned that I HATE needles? I carry a completely irrational phobia and pass out, or come close to passing out every time I get even the littlest, painless shot. Yes, I’m 24 years old and I’m a total baby about needles. Deal with it.

Anyway, she prescribed some vicodin for the pain (as needed…heh…right) and antibiotics to calm down the “angry” nerve. It’s not really hurting right now, but it was pretty wonky earlier, so I’m not sure how I’ll feel over the weekend while I’m waiting for the root canal specialist to come back from his vacation. Wish me luck?

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  • 1. Julie @ Peanut Butter Fingers  |  May 27, 2011 at 2:07 pm

    gahhh! the dentist makes me CRINGE!

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    • 2. Laura @ prettylittlewords  |  May 31, 2011 at 1:36 pm

      Right??? They always think I’m joking when I warn them that Novocaine shots make me pass out…

      Reply

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