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bite me. November 9, 2009

Filed under: blahblahblah,daily life,nablopomo,teef — cupcakesupremacy @ 12:38 pm

My face hurts. Specifically, my teeth.

Sometime Saturday night, one of my molars began to ache a bit. I’ve had toothaches on and off for ages, so it was nothing new. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and used some Listerine, hoping I could head-off whatever was about to happen.

It seemed to work, and I didn’t feel much more that night. Until I fell asleep. I was woken 2 hours later by excruciating pain. If you’ve never had a toothache before, you probably wouldn’t understand how all encompassing the pain is. It feels like your head is going to explode. I laid there in bed, brought to tears due to how much it hurt and also due to the fact that there was nothing I could do about it. It was 2am Sunday morning, and not only was no dentist open, I have no dental insurance.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth again and took a few Advil PMs, hoping maybe those could do double duty in stopping my pain and helping me to sleep. I crawled back into bed and after another 10 minutes of weeping, I remembered I had 3 Percocet leftover from when my gallbladder revolted (another story for another day). I went in the bathroom and dug the bottle out, only briefly considering the fact that I already took Advil PM before popping one in my mouth. At least if I died, my mouth wouldn’t hurt anymore.

Back in bed and it began to work, dulling my pain and knocking me out in one fell swoop.

The next morning I woke up in a tolerable amount of pain, but any pain that feels like your brain is due to explode isn’t fun. The whole right side of my jaw was also nice and swollen. Keith’s step-dad’s dad is dentist of some sort so Keith made a few phone calls (because he is wonderful) trying to figure out what I could do thanks to not having any insurance. They suggested I go to a MedExpress and try to get an antibiotic and maybe a painkiller.

I’m no stranger to MedExpress, I’ve been a few times, once on the tab of my old employer, and once when I had strep throat (but had insurance). So I knew it was going to cost a lot, but I really had no choice. It was 115$ to be seen and they said something about 10 days of treatment following, but I was so put-off by the bedside manner of the doctor that saw me, I sure as hell hope I never have to go back. She was incredibly rude and basically yelled at me telling me I need to see a real dentist. OBVIOUSLY, but are you footing the bill, doc?

She wrote me some prescriptions and we left, filled those which cost me another 100$ and I was home and broke. My face feels a lot better, thank you, Vicodin. But now I get to spend my day off on Wednesday going to the Pitt Dental School and attempting to get them to fix me without taking several of my limbs as payment.

I blame all of my teeth problems on my fear of dentists and general poverty. I had the absolute worst dentist growing up and I was scarred for life. The problem tooth is actually thanks to him drilling too close to the nerve years and years ago.

I can’t wait til I’m old enough for dentures.


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