So, here’s the deal between getting your shoulder carved up by a doctor and having to get a root canal. The tooth pain is worse.
I know. Hard to believe, yeah?
The deal is this: when you’ve got shoulder surgery pain, there’s ways to relieve it. Maybe move a little bit to the left. A little bit up or down. You know, that sort of thing.
With tooth pain, there’s nothing — I repeat — NOTHING you can do. Except swallow massive amounts of pain-killing, anti-inflammation drugs. And I’m talking massive amounts here. Really.
So, no, not a fun last week or so.
What happened was that back in December I found out the reason I had such a pain in my back lower molar was because I’d managed to crack the silly tooth. I’m thinking I’ve been grinding my teeth in frustration a wee bit too much thanks to certain young dudes and their lack of effort in certain scholastic-related events. Of which we’ll say no more. For now.
Anyway, I went to the dentist, who ended up cleaning the tooth and then putting a cap on it. All good. No problems.
Until last weekend, that is. It started to feel like I’d got something in between the two back teeth and then just started to hurt. Eventually, it felt like the cap had moved because whenever I bit down, the only two teeth touching were the bad molar and the tooth above it. After a hasty trip to the dentist, she said, no, not the cap. Then she sent me to the oral surgeon because she was thinking the cap had come too late and I’d have to get done something drastic.
And drastic is what it turned out to be. The nerve in the tooth had died and then left room for bacteria to start multiplying. Which, in their way, the bacteria did. Massive infection and swelling. All of which lead to the root canal.
The oral surgeon strapped me down, slammed that big needle of numbness into my gum and started drilling. The odor, he said, was from the pus he was freeing from being trapped inside the tooth. Whee! He spent an hour cleaning it out and then put a temporary cover on the hole.
I got to go home with a prescription for antibiotics and the lovely reminder that I had to come back in a week for more drilling and filling.Which, really, is making this whole week just speed by. Fortunately, the antibiotics are working and the swelling has gone down enough that I’m able to eat again. So that’s good.
Now I just sit here, dreading Monday even more than normal. Can’t wait, dudes. Just can’t wait.