I have never been a fan of dentists. Oh, I like the man himself, and I know they are necessary, but I just don’t like dentists. I am not really sure why I feel that way. Never have had a reason until today. Backup to a couple of months go to the middle of April. Had a routine dentist appointment, or so I thought. Turns out I had a cavity, first one in many years. That alone freaked me out. Then the Dentist says, “It is a deep one”. I thought that is what I get for putting off going to the dentist for almost a year and half, while kicking myself around the block. He filled it, took a while, and all was well. I thought. About three weeks later said tooth started to ache. Noticed it when I had my first D.Q. cone of the season. Love D.Q vanilla cones. But my tooth didn’t like the cold. Anyway, decided to go in and see what the deal was. He tried a couple of things and said if they didn’t work, I would either have a root canal or have it pulled. I asked what he recommended and he said he didn’t think it was a good candidate for a root canal for reasons I won’t go into. Send me home and said to see how it goes. Well, all was well for almost two months. Started aching, some at first and then more as time went on. I called the dentist today, said it wasn’t doing well, he had me come in and we decided to pull it. Okay, no big deal, right? Not so. The roots were hooked on my jaw or, I think, a toe. It wouldn’t come out. Finally did, but not the roots. Oh boy. To end this rambling post, an hour later I was sent home with an envelope of cotton pads and instructions for care after an extraction. Oh and two stitches. It was a pretty good day till then. Will be interesting to see how all goes when my fat lip goes down.
Have a good evening, hoping I do.