All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth!
(Actually I only need one... a top right wisdom tooth)
The weekend started out phenomenal!
Tilden and Stephanie had a Christmas gathering at their house. It was nice. We had a great time. It was great to spend time with friends. Of course, the
Engle-
Costas pad is very comfortable and warm and a great place to be. I tried reindeer poop for the first time. It is delicious!
We stayed until a little after midnight. As soon as we got home, we went straight to bed. I was in bed for like 20 minutes and then suddenly my tooth started hurting. It was my top right wisdom tooth.
Let me set this up by saying that the tooth is broken. It broke a little over a year and a half ago. It broke some more about early spring this year. There was never any pain until now. I haven't been to the dentist is like 3 years. Actually is was the January before we moved to Charlotte.
There is a reason why I haven't been to the dentist.... it is because I am deathly afraid of them. I had a bad experience in Florence with our dentist. This same tooth that was broken was the issue. I had a cavity on another wisdom tooth. The regular numbing stuff would not work so the dentist had to use a much more powerful anesthetic.
Well about 6 months later, I went back and it was discovered that I had another cavity on the top right wisdom tooth. I reminded the dentist that he had to give me a stronger
anesthetic and he should do that this time. He decided against it and and gave me the regular stuff. He started drilling and I stopped him. He gave me more of the regular stuff then started drilling again. Again, I could feel it and had to stop him. He has given me the most he could have given me so we had to reschedule. I came back about a week later and he still would not give me the strong stuff. We went through the same thing again. He again got to the point that he had given me the most he could give me and we still were not able to fix the cavity.
I left never to go into that dentist office
again. I have not been to the dentist since. I have always been nervous about going to the dentist, but this has made it tons worse.
Fast forward to now. The cavity has taken its toll on the tooth and broken it in half above the gum. The pain Friday night/Saturday morning was terrible. I took some
Motrin and it eased it up after about 45 minutes. It was fine all day Saturday.
Sunday night, after I had been in bed for 30 minutes, the pain came back. I went to the bathroom and took some
hydrocodone. The pain kept intensifying. I woke Paula up. This was the worst pain I had ever felt. It seemed that I lost my grip on rationale and kinda went mad with pain. I paced the entire house, running up and down the stairs. Crying and rubbing my head, I walked throughout the place like a mad man. Paula said she we freaked out. I even began banging my head against my dresser and the door facing in the guest bedroom. I finally took some
Motrin also.
Paula and I went to the store to get some
Orajel. By the time we got home, I was feeling pretty good. Keep in mind, I had a
hydrocodone and three 200mg
Motrin. I put on the
orajel and went to bed. It was kinda
achy all Sunday.
I went to the dentist today. As soon as the dentist saw the tooth, he recommended that I have it pulled. I have now been referred to an oral surgeon.
I am very scared!!! You are probably thinking, "Wayne, you might as well put on a dress because you are a sissy!" I may be a man, but I am a man petrified of pain.
Anyway... I will survive... maybe... :/
Wayne
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