Welcome to my whining session about my teeth. I didn't have insurance when we were out of work and then once I had it again I went to some serious quacks and chickened out. I got on Ryan's dental insurance since it's better than mine (mine is much better for everything else--yes, he works for The Man). I finally went to Ryan's doc a few weeks ago and they said I had a few cavities and a need for a crown. I knew I needed that thing. Last week they cleaned my teeth and then filled three on one side.
Yesterday morning I showed up for my appointment. A day early.
I showed up again this morning. They numbed my mouth and I started to shake. Really badly. I had been so freaked out this morning that I didn't eat. I ate yesterday, dangit. They brought me a kolache and I gummed half of it, trying not to bite my tongue off. Then they did their thing and determined that I needed a root canal. I knew that was coming, but I cried anyway. The dentist was very calming, but I wasn't about to get into explaining that it was about losing my job and being afraid once I knew something was wrong...
I turned back on my iPod and they went at it. It didn't really hurt and they said it was kind of interesting that it had calcified. One little part was too hard for them to get to so they're sending me to a endodontist. I can't freaking wait. After that, they filled the other two cavities on that same side and took impressions for a night guard because I've been grinding my teeth so much they're chipping. Grrr.
Oh well, at least my jaw isn't rotten or something. And my FSA debit card smoked, but it didn't catch on fire when I checked out.
Ugh. So, I went and got an A&W root beer float and some KFC mashed potatoes and mac & cheese. I ate what I could, took an antibiotic and Tylenol (I gambled and didn't fill the Tylenol III prescription) and took a nap for about 3 hours. I feel a lot better now although I am going to finish my nutritious lunch for dinner.