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plastic wings and plastic smiles December 2, 2009

Filed under: blahblahblah,teef — cupcakesupremacy @ 8:07 pm

When we last left our heroine in her dental adventures, she was was being hit on after having a horrible dental experience. That experience as well as a not so horrible experience follow. (And then I promise no more teeth talk til January.)

So I explained that I had a horrible extraction, but I didn’t give you guys all the lovely details. The tooth in question had a temporary filling put in 2 years ago. I was supposed to go back in a few weeks and have it replaced, but I was incredibly poor. So I let it go and go and go. Eventually, sometime this spring, the temporary filling completely fell out. This sucked, but I was even poorer than before, so I could do nothing about it. While on vacation, part of my tooth broke. And eventually another part and another part. So not only was there a big hole in my tooth, but now the walls were a’ crumblin’.

I didn’t know exactly what an extraction entailed, but I figured they needed something to grab onto and I really didn’t leave them much.

So they gave me some novocaine. After a few minutes, he asked how far over my lip was numb. “Um, it’s not?”

Cue more novocaine.

“How about now?”

“Yea, still nothing.”

And more.

“Now?”

“Well my tongue is numb, but my lip is not.”

Cue some poking around “Can you feel that?”

I couldn’t so everyone assumed we were good to go.

He started and I couldn’t really feel much, but I could feel a little. I figured it would stay that way and if I could avoid another shot and waiting any longer, go for it.

The tooth began to break when he tried to pull it out and THAT? I felt.

He’s trying his damndest to get the tooth but it’s just not working. At this point, I am full on crying my eyes out, because I can feel every little tug.

He goes to get an instructor to finish and I felt the entire thing. Any small amount of numbness I had before had completely gone away. They broke the tooth in half (felt that) to pull out the first side (felt that) and the second side (felt that). They then had to get all the little pieces out that had broken and I felt everything. At one point the dentist took his hands out of my mouth and I said “That really hurts.” But I guess at that point they were almost done, so they just kept going.

I have dealt with my share of physical pain in my life. When I had pleurisy and gallstones I thought I was seriously going to die, that’s how bad I hurt.

But this pain was unreal. My eyes were clamped tight, I was squeezing the hell out of my hands and at several points my vision went completely white.

Afterwards I had makeup smeared everywhere, blood smeared around my mouth, my eyes and nose were all puffy and red. I walked through the waiting room and some girl yelled “Damn! You look hurt!”

Understatement of the year.

My dental appointment today, I was not looking forward to. After the halfway unpleasant root canal and the insanely painful extraction, I figured getting a filling replaced wouldn’t be too much, but my body loves to trick me.

I sat down and the kid pulls up my x-rays which, zing!

By the way, the tooth on the left is gonzo. The shining star of a tooth is today’s culprit.

The roots are all lovely thanks to the other week’s root canal and that solid white mass is a filling. (Botched dental job when I was 10, reason why I am terrified of the dentist still.)

After reading the chart and talking to the one instructor, they realized that the kid that did my root canal had filled it with some super duper strong stuff and they could potentially just KEEP that there and put the crown on later! I was so excited to hear this!

Today’s dentist had to go check with other dentist to make sure he got all the decay out (and while he was gone I took that picture) and when he came back he says, “Well…” (shit.) “He left a cotton pellet in there, and that can’t stay…so we have to do it anyways.”

Sigh. I told him it was okay, that I had already resigned myself to getting a filling, so let’s get at it.

He told me that since the nerve had been removed, I shouldn’t feel anything, so he wasn’t going to numb me at first, but if I felt anything or wanted him to, he would.

So he went at it, and while I knew he was in my mouth, I couldn’t feel a thing, so I just let him go on his way. There was one unpleasant moment when he was doing something with a bigger drill, but it was unpleasant like nails on a chalkboard is. It didn’t hurt me, I just didn’t like it. Eventually he got all of the temporary filling out, found the stupid pellet and stuck a post in and filled me back up. (I’ll need a crown at some point.)

Some man down the hall was asking a thousand questions about what they were going to do to him. He said something like “Some people like to know.” I said, “I don’t, I don’t want to hear anything. I trust you, just do it and I’ll open my eyes when it’s done.” Then he told the dentist next to him that I was the best patient ever.

After he finished, he had the instructor come back and the instructor told him my tooth was gorgeous. I’d never heard anyone say that about any of my teeth before, so yay!

Afterwards he was talking about plans for the rest of my teeth (some small cavities) and maybe putting in an implant for the one tooth and I felt really sad that I picked some random dentist through my insurance. I bet there’s no way I can switch to the Pitt Dental School, but I might call tomorrow and give it a shot.

Best dental experience EVER.

 

Nablopomo day: a lot. November 17, 2009

Filed under: blahblahblah,nablopomo,teef — cupcakesupremacy @ 6:49 pm

No real post today, I had a very very painful dentist trip this morning which had me taking vicodin at work on an empty stomach resulting in ZombieKatrina.

I’m now home and going to bed, so I’ll regale you all tomorrow with more stories about my mouth.

I bet you can’t even stand the excitment.

xoxo.

 

my lucky day! November 11, 2009

Filed under: blahblahblah,daily life,teef — cupcakesupremacy @ 1:07 pm

So in one of my other babbling posts, I mentioned that my teeth were bothering me. Well, I had today off thanks to all those veterans and although it seriously pained me to do so, I headed to the Pitt Dental Clinic wayyy early this morning in order to be seen by the emergency clinic.

This is not my first time going there, nor my first time for an emergency visit so I knew what to expect. It’s 46$ to be seen for an emergency and the wait was about an hour, not fantastic, but really, beggars can’t be choosers.

I think that the general waiting room population is pretty freaking sketchy and today was no exception. One lady pulled a bottle of vicodin out of her purse to share with one (very in pain) fella. The same lady began talking to anyone who would listen about her life and at one point even said: “My mom’s husband – I would call him my dad but he’s only 5 years older than me.” Classy patients here.

I was finally called back and he went through all sorts of painful tests to see exactly what was bothering me and where it was. The worst part was not the slamming against my teeth with a little metal stick, nor putting this little pick in my gums and leaving it there for the x-ray, but the actual x-ray itself. Maybe I just have an abnormally tiny mouth, but those stupid things that they make you bite down on to take the x-ray? DO NOT FIT. My dentist guy had to pull some pretty slick maneuvers to make it so that I was able to close my mouth. Not Fun.

It was eventually decided that I needed an extraction and a root canal. Along with the root canal, I would eventually need a post and a crown, making it an easy grand. The extraction would only be 100$ but they couldn’t do both in the same day (nor would I have wanted them too, ouch). Since both of these ghetto teeth are neighbors, they couldn’t prove exactly which tooth was the hurty one. I decided I would get the one tooth pulled and hope that it was the killer one, even though I am pretty sure it’s Mr. NeedsARootCanal.

So my little dentist takes me to make an appointment for the extraction and then we go upstairs to make a future appointment for the root canal.

He tells the lady what I need and she gives me a funny look.

“What does the rest of your afternoon look like?”
“Uhhh…”
“We just had a cancellation, we can get you in today, but otherwise you’ll have to wait until January.”
“Uhhh…”

At this point my mind is racing because I DO NOT want to get a root canal today. But at the same time, I also DO NOT want to get a tooth pulled. Since I’m pretty sure the root canal needing tooth is the angsty one, I feel like it would probably be in my and my mouth’s best interest to get the sucker done today.

“Well I don’t WANT TO, but I guess I’ll take it as a sign and just do it today.”

“Okay, just go have lunch and be back by 1:15.”

Like anyone could afford lunch after dropping 297$ at the dentist. And that’s only half of it. The rest they are letting me pay in installments.

Another little dentist hears this conversation and we get on the elevator with him.

“How’d you get in so soon? You must be VIP!”
“Oh yea, I am sooooooooooo lucky.”

Oh, and I get to go back next Tuesday to get the other one pulled. Hooray!

-All joking aside, the Pitt Dental School is pretty awesome. While they are by no means cheap, I’m sure that they are world’s cheaper than a regular dentists. The students are all very nice and explain everything they are doing. They also are very non-judgemental. Whereas the lady at MedExpress almost made me cry, this guy was all up in my grill and never once scolded me, even though I probably really deserve it.

So two thumbs up for the Pitt Dental School, two (potential) thumbs down for root canals.

 

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.