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I know that I haven't always been taking care of my dental hygiene the way I should have. Over the past year or so I have started minding it more, but still it was too late to avoid some of the effects of my earlier neglect. Which is the reason I have no sensation at all in the right side of my mouth at the moment. And I will now tell you the details.
Last night, a molar that's been giving me gyp on and off for some time now went berserk and started hurting like the great-great-grandmother of bloody FUCK. Kept me awake until 2, it did; the only thing I could do not to start howling like a sad puppy was to switch on the computer and start working again, to keep my mind off the agony (and I even translated 650 words before the pain went away enough to let me sleep).
Apart from being bloody tired from too little sleep, I was OK until right before lunch today, when it started again. And this time it wouldn't stop. Most of all, it felt like someone hammering a nail into my jaw. Finally I almost broke down, left my projects to my co-workers and went to see an emergency dentist, who said a propos the hole that you could almost throw in your hat; not as much a cavity as a cave. So now I've had a root canal and will go back to replace the temporary filling with a permanent one next week. I hope that bloody tooth died in agony; serve it right, after all it's done to me. (Thank God I am not afraid of going to the dentist. I much prefer dentists to spiders — consider, e.g., the relative scarcity of eyes and poison fangs and long, hairy legs in a regular dentist.)
Strange how you can be almost giddy with euphoria over a root canal. I don't mean that having a root canal, with all the boring and scraping that made strange sounds in my skull, was a pure, undiluted pleasure even with the 100% effective anaesthesia, but not being in pain definitely is.
Last night, a molar that's been giving me gyp on and off for some time now went berserk and started hurting like the great-great-grandmother of bloody FUCK. Kept me awake until 2, it did; the only thing I could do not to start howling like a sad puppy was to switch on the computer and start working again, to keep my mind off the agony (and I even translated 650 words before the pain went away enough to let me sleep).
Apart from being bloody tired from too little sleep, I was OK until right before lunch today, when it started again. And this time it wouldn't stop. Most of all, it felt like someone hammering a nail into my jaw. Finally I almost broke down, left my projects to my co-workers and went to see an emergency dentist, who said a propos the hole that you could almost throw in your hat; not as much a cavity as a cave. So now I've had a root canal and will go back to replace the temporary filling with a permanent one next week. I hope that bloody tooth died in agony; serve it right, after all it's done to me. (Thank God I am not afraid of going to the dentist. I much prefer dentists to spiders — consider, e.g., the relative scarcity of eyes and poison fangs and long, hairy legs in a regular dentist.)
Strange how you can be almost giddy with euphoria over a root canal. I don't mean that having a root canal, with all the boring and scraping that made strange sounds in my skull, was a pure, undiluted pleasure even with the 100% effective anaesthesia, but not being in pain definitely is.
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Just a friendly word of advice: having a root canal means that all your nerves in the tooth disappear. This is not always A Good Thing. You see, if you have several of these, you stop getting feedback when you close your mouth. At least if you tend to have them in the teeth in strategic positions.
This can, in a year or two, lead to your dentist looking at your strangely and ask how on earth you managed to crack two of your teeth *in your sleep*. And that leads to a whole other round of Not Fun Things...
I want nanobots! Where are my nanobots?