A wonderful half hour.
I know, I know, half of you had to
re-read that title two or three times, the other half are wondering when they
should contact my sons to see if I am o.k.
But, as usual, there is a reason
for my euphoria concerning a dental visit.
Last fall in early September I
went for a check-up and dental hygiene (I have a lovely dentist who does all
her own work from cleaning teeth to the x-rays to the more serious items such
as cavity filling: she doesn’t do implants, but that’s another story). X-rays
were duly taken, my teeth cleaned and admired (most European dentists stand in
awe of American teeth) and that was that, or so I thought.
In October my rear right molar
started having twinges off and on, but I bore up until the end of November when
I really thought I had best check it out: the dentist could find nothing. Still
feeling pain along the jaw so went first to my family doctor who manipulated my
jaw (thinking that perhaps there was a slight dislocation): nothing. Back to
the dentist just before Christmas – still nothing visible and she suggested that
it might perhaps be my trigeminal nerve. Whatever it was so painful that I
ended up one Saturday morning in emergency to get some relief. A period of heavy painkillers followed, along
with an MRI to make sure that there was nothing wrong in my head (o.k., I know,
I know…. Ssshhhhhh). Shortly thereafter I slipped on black ice, hit my head and
that did the trick, no more pain along the jaw. After a spring full of other medical events my molar started
hurting again…my own dentists was on vacation so went to the emergency dental
clinic whereupon they discovered that the fillings (from 50 years ago…) had
cracked it in half so it had to be extracted.
Then the other side started to
feel sensitive too: back to the dentist who, again, couldn’t see anything
wrong. We decided though that I should be wearing a tooth guard nights so duly
made one (and it is helping).
This visit was to finally clean my
teeth after a year – and miracle of miracles – no sensitive spots, no pain, not
even my usual bleeding, which means that my new electric toothbrush is even
better than the old.
It was a wonderful visit and now
even the sun has made a brief appearance
to celebrate. Life is good!
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