Okay, so last year, I went to the dentist, who sent me to the endodontist, who sent me to the periodontist. I even had an orthodontist in on the act. It was team tooth time. And it was imperative that I get something done, they all said. I totally agreed.
But.
I had to finish the book, then there was Christmas and loads of projects which had to be done which had not been done while I wrote the book, then going to NY to meet everyone, and then a few other things thrown in the mix, like starting book two, editing book one and there's a family around here somewhere who kinda wanted some attention, and before you know it, it was May and I still hadn't done anything about the tooth. It could wait, right? It wasn't infected, wasn't hurting. Nada.
Until last Wednesday, I started feeling something scratchy inside my cheek and looked at that molar and saw what looked like bone protruding a little from above my tooth. My beloved, expensive, tooth. (sigh)
A couple of hours of oral surgery later, and the tooth / crown is now removed. There were nasty things like fractured roots and a fractured jaw line and bone grafts (yes, really... I was kinda floored), and eventually, you'll never know it had to be operated on, but right now, I have a bunch of stitches and I look like I'm trying to store a squirrel in there. They are making me a temporary, which will go there until my jaw heals enough to put the permanent tooth back, and I feel like I ought to be on some hillbilly show, although I realize that you cannot actually see the location of the tooth unless I stood in front of you with my mouth wide open while simultaneously pulling my cheek back. So not going to happen, so don't worry.
The real bummer? The pain pills weren't even any fun. Oh, they got rid of the pain well enough, but they didn't make me loopy or happy or even sleepy (damnit). In fact, my thoughts ran amok while on them and I had a hard time sleeping, so I'm off them.
* I may have exaggerated the fun part a bit.
Ouch! I hurt just reading about it.
Hope you're better soon.
Posted by: pooks at May 22, 2006 10:10 PMOh no, I got you out of your deathbed to write a post.
But I love it. Hillbilly show? LOL.
I can always, always, count on coming here for a laugh.
And some BIC.
I swear I think of that butt in chair every night. Especially when with my bos (butt on sofa) watching tv.
BIC is what gets me to work. Simple as that. I know someone else coined the term, but you drove it home.
Okay. BIC.
Thanks Toni. Oh, and I'm proud of you for not signing away your future. Good for you.
Now I feel really guilty. I went to the dentist for the first time in 8 or 9 years and had no cavities. (I did have a chipped tooth, but even that repair was optional.)
I don't know why I feel guilty. Good fortune just makes me feel that way.
Hmmm....maybe that's why I don't feel guilty very often.
Posted by: Sam Quo Vadis at May 28, 2006 05:59 PM