It did not hurt much at first, but this morning when I got up, I was having pain up into my ear, my jaw was hurting and my whole body felt "off". So I headed to Immediadent, the
Now, I've had braces (the assistant orthodontist was Turkish and had strong garlic breath), a root canal and some major fillings and I've even-by those barbaric Swiss government sponsored school dentists-had cavities drilled with no anesthesia-but today was dentally ROUGH.
I had a novel to read, so the long wait was not so bad. But then the waiting room chair had an ill-designed seam in the middle of the seat cushion and it made my butt hurt. Perhaps my dentally traumatized self was more sensitive to pain?
And then the dentist chair was making my lower back hurt. And I was in it for a LONG time.
It being the very back molar, and my mouth being rather smallish, it was tough having four instruments in it at the same time. Did I mention my over active gag reflex? It was not taking any breaks today and at one point I sat up and just spewed a whole wad of dental equipment out of my mouth. Saliva soaked cottons flying everywhere.
The X rays were painful, and buggered up my gums. The multiple shots of numb stuff they gave me made my heart race (epinephrin), and hurt worse than usual, and then my very numb tongue kept getting in the way of what they were doing back there with their little forest of instruments and gaging devices.
After getting drilled, the assistant screwed up the filling, had to chip it out, and do a do-over.
The, she built up the filling too high and had to drill it down. And drill it down some more, and some more and some more...etc.
I went in at 9:30.
At 1:30 pm I came staggering out. Hungry. High on meds. Sore. Aching. Woozy.
I called Wes and said I couldn't drive home, but there was a Bob Evans' (feels like coming full circle) across the parking lot, could he meet me there?
So I went in there. I needed food. Perhaps more Chicken Pot Pie! The crowd was spilling out the door. Sunday at lunch time. Go figure. So I went back out to the car. Called Wes to tell him I was coming home and whapped my head really hard on the car as I was getting back in. He could hear the whap over the phone. I started crying. It hurt.
He told me NOT to drive, he was on his way. So I sat. And waited.
Finally my Knight in Shining Armor arrived and took me to Steak 'n Shake. After a meal, I felt way way better.
Now that my numb stuff has worn off, I know they mangled the side of my tongue pretty good, too. My gums are really in bad shape from the work, since the break was below the gum line on one side and they had to cram the band on really deep to place the filling in there.
I cried. I wanted Ice cream. And I remembered how, when I was little and had to go to the barbaric Swiss denitst, my mom would buy me a present afterward.
Ah, Anbesol! And Ibuprofen. I think it's time for another dose.