I haven’t been to the dentist in a long time. Years. Three of ’em. I knew it was a bad idea, but when you’re a grown-up, it’s hard to take care of little things like dentist appointments. As a kid, I was in that office once or twice a year, and I couldn’t understand how my parents could possibly go 5 or 10 years between visits. Well, now I get it.
So, at today’s appointment, I learned that I have 9 cavities. One of which needs a root canal ($$$$) and a crown ($$$$). Now, I know that I need that root canal, the doc isn’t trying to pull a fast one on me. And how do I know? Because …. I …. have a …. hole …. in my tooth. A big one. I can put my tongue in it. And feel something soft. That tastes … not very good.
Everybody kept asking if it hurt. And seemed surprised when I sort of shrugged it off. I mean, yeah, it hurts a little if I chew on that side of my mouth – so I just chew on the other side. It’s not enough pain to take any drugs for it, though. And I have to admit, I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt more – I mean, I’m missing 1/4 of the enamel on the tooth – and I don’t require medication?
So I called the root canal dentist to make an appointment – and he’s getting me in on Thursday! I’ve never had such speedy dental service – I was expecting a month long wait. He asked what I was doing to manage my pain, and I told him that I didn’t really have any. I guess people who get root canals are usually people in great pain?
After the root canal, I have a crown and 8 fillings to look forward to. I think, then, I might just have a filling in every single one of my teeth. Guess it’s time to stop drinking sugar ….