{"id":200,"date":"2005-07-13T07:43:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-13T11:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=200"},"modified":"2006-08-07T19:39:51","modified_gmt":"2006-08-08T00:39:51","slug":"feeling-down-in-the-mouth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=200","title":{"rendered":"feeling down in the mouth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometime last December I finally quit procrastinating and went for my semi-annual teeth cleaning fest. I was delaying the visit because I had no dental insurance at the time but I finally decided the health of my teeth was worth a cool hundred and some-odd dollars. Also, I figured that if one&#8217;s teeth hurt every time one bit into a tasty confectionery product, it can&#8217;t be good.<\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately, I did not inherit my mother&#8217;s naturally straight teeth nor her excellent flossing habits, but I did acquire my dad&#8217;s penchant for cavities. Well, non-flossing plus weak teeth plus an attraction to chocolate equals the worst kind of cavity, the kind that is in between two teeth; therefore, both teeth must be filled. They said I had two of these kinds of cavities: right in between my first two molars in the top of my mouth on both sides. That explains the sugar pain. Joy and rapture.<\/p>\n<p>They gave me a lecture on flossing that truly scared me shitless &#8212; it started off with the question, &#8220;Do you want to keep your teeth?&#8221; &#8212; then drew up an estimate for four fillings. One look at that estimate told me I&#8217;d definitely have to wait until I got some insurance, which thankfully happened a little over a month later.<\/p>\n<p>I had all four of them filled one day in March soon after we moved into our house. It gave me an excuse from constant unpacking but I sure was sore when all was drilled and filled. It had been quite a while since I had last gotten a filling and I had forgotten how weird it was.<\/p>\n<p>Here I must confess I have always found dental procedures quite hilarious at times and I usually have to restrain myself from laughing.  This is why I close my eyes when I&#8217;m getting worked on: just watching someone looking down my mouth with such a look of concentration &#8212; or sometimes, surprise &#8212; just strikes me funny. Getting struck with the silly giggles during a filling procedure could hurt quite a bit since you&#8217;ve got a bunch of metal protrusions sticking out of your mouth. Thankfully I was able to fend off the giggles this time.<\/p>\n<p>Two weeks after that joyous experience my teeth were still quite sensitive, especially to cold. Even tap water set my teeth to aching. This pain was a good bit worse than the sugar pains of months past. Well, back to the dentist I go, where he files down my fillings a bit and double-checks the bite. Two weeks later, I&#8217;m back again for some more filing and bite-checking. Two more weeks later, I have the metal filings taken out and white enamel filings put in, with the idea being the cold-conducting properties of metal does not agree with my apparently sensitive front molars.<\/p>\n<p>You know what&#8217;s worse than having four filings put in? It&#8217;s having four filings drilled out, then new ones put in. One would think that anything involving small teeth would be a delicate process, but all you need is a dremmel-type dentist tool and some safety goggles. Little boulders of aluminum filling were flying everywhere. I could hear them bouncing off the walls! It was a dental hailstorm. I had my eyes squinted shut, trying so hard to think of something else so I wouldn&#8217;t bust out laughing. My anti-giggle resolve has been soundly tested of late. So far, so good.<\/p>\n<p>The enamel filings, which is what I originally wanted but the insurance company classifies them as &#8216;cosmetic,&#8217; seemed to do the trick. I could drink a glass of water and eat salads with no stabbing pain, huzzah! All was fine . . . except for tooth #5, that evil little bugger on the top right side. It took a quick dislike to having small, hard bits of food being chomped on, especially little raspberry seeds from my favourite jelly.  Damn that #5!<\/p>\n<p>So once again I&#8217;m back at the dentist for some more filing and poking, which only seemed to make #5 even more sensitive. The phobia to cold things also came back with a vengeance. By this time I was getting to know my dentist very well.<\/p>\n<p>Then one day after another session of filing and bite-checking, he said the scariest phrase I&#8217;ve ever heard come out of a dentist&#8217;s mouth: &#8220;root canal.&#8221; Cue the scary music in a minor chord here. He wasn&#8217;t for certain, though, and wanted me to visit an endodontist to get his opinion and make absolutely sure.<\/p>\n<p>I ran by Mr. Endodontist sometime last week to be poked and prodded yet again. It was his personal mission to harass #5 until the little bugger was provoked to harass me. This he did by spraying a cotton ball with something &#8212; I&#8217;m guessing liquid nitrogen here &#8212; and holding it on #5, My Oppressor.<\/p>\n<p>SWEET GRAHAM CRACKER, DID THAT EVER HURT!<\/p>\n<p>So, three guesses as to who&#8217;s getting a root canal in the near future.  The first two don&#8217;t count.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometime last December I finally quit procrastinating and went for my semi-annual teeth cleaning fest. I was delaying the visit because I had no dental insurance at the time but I finally decided the health of my teeth was worth a cool hundred and some-odd dollars. 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