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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Overall, I'd say two thumbs up, one thumb down.

The dreaded dentist appointment was yesterday. It was about as comfortable as having four teeth drilled out of your head could possibly be. Srsly. I had a blanket, ear phones playing Norah Jones, sunglasses, a memory foam pillow, and copious drugs during the procedure. The aftermath has been what’s killing me – who cares about having the actual work done? My face and jaw STILL hurt. And I can’t open my mouth all the way. Apparently the old fillings the dentist replaced were worse than he’d originally thought, so he let me know ahead of time that I’d probably have pain. And I do. Really bad. Jon did such a good job taking care of me, though, and I really am grateful that I was able to get this work done. Thanks to dental insurance it only cost just over $100 bucks to get my entire mouth fixed. And the office I’ve been seeing has been great. The dentist even called from his home last night to see how I was holding up and to say I’d done a great job, which made the five-year-old inside me beam. And Jon stole me a Kern’s mango juice from the mini-fridge, so you can imagine that I’m looking forward to THAT. But I can hardly eat anything – Jon made me Jello and mashed potatoes for dinner last night. I had yogue and some soup for lunch today. At least I came into work, so I must not be too bad off. Just sore. Plus, the molars he worked on are all ground down and flat now, so that’s pretty weird. Getting used to it. Gumming my food. And I sound like I have Bell’s Palsy when I talk. Other than that, things went well, thanks for asking.

4 comments:

  1. Dental stuff is the worst! And my tooth in that sketch looks like your tooth in that sketch.

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  2. Err...teeth are not supposed to be flat.

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  3. Aw your poor toofies. The dentist called you because he wants your bod.

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  4. Ew, gumming food? I absolutely cringe with anything that has to do with teeth/dentist business. I am so not looking forward to my children running up to me with their loose teeth and showing me what they can do to make it wiggle....*throwing up a bit in my mouth as we speak* ew ew ew. Not that you WANT to know, but I'll tell you anyways, but I frequently have bad dreams that my teeth fall out. Like, spitting them out in my hand and such...hence my huge fear of the dentist.

    Thank goodness for drugs and Norah Jones! I hope you feel better soon!

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