It’s another beautiful sunny day here in Panama City, Florida.
Although it’s only expected to maybe make it into the 70’s, I’ll take it and ‘Thank You Very Much…’
Hope you’re also doing fine and are enjoying yourself, too.
Had a rough week suffering from aches and pains left over after dental work I had done. Man oh man, I’d forgotten how much toothaches can effect your whole disposition.
But then, I don’t suffer well…
A bridge attached to the last tooth in the lower left of my mouth had somehow worked loose of its seal.
By the time I’d figured out what was going on, and brought the dentist in on the repair job, that tooth had picked up some spots of decay.
In the process of grinding out the decay, and to get the tooth to fit the existing (and expensive to replace) bridge, she had to install two posts into the tooth, and fill in the spaces with some kinda secret dental sauce, or something.
The process went well and I was in and out in just about an hour.
As warned, and as I had expected, I had some pain going on in my mouth throughout the day. Which I figured was temporary.
But, it only worsened as the day wore on.
By bedtime, my poor head was bouncing off the ceilings from the throbbing and shooting stabs of pain.
Because of my history of heart problems and blood pressure issues, I don’t take pain pills like Motrin or ibuprofen.
But that night I popped a couple of ibuprofens and managed to endure a fitful night with a lot of tossing and turning…
And some internal moaning and silent cussing.
For the next few days, the continuing pain didn’t surprise me because the dental work was dramatic on my jaw’s structure.
But, as the days passed without any let up from the constant aching, I started questioning my dentist’s genealogy.
I didn’t wanna be a big baby about it, and go whining back to the dentist… just in case it really was a matter of being ‘a man’ and just waiting out the healing process.
On the other hand, my damn teeth hurt so badly that the ibuprofens (way too many ibuprofens) were doing nothing in the way of relief.
It got so bad that I even starting wolfing down years old pain pills I’d been prescribed for long forgotten conditions. (I know, we’re supposed to throw those old meds out. I’m not perfect, ok?)
As fitting the situation, the combination of ibuprofen, and really old pain medication, righteously messed up my stomach. The good news was that some of my pain awareness was then directed to my stomach pains.
And, no, that didn’t help all that much…
Yet, ‘The Dude Endured’…
(From my favorite movie comedy, The Big Lebowski)
Eight days after my dental repair job, and in the kinda pain that can transform your world into a marrow prism of ‘nothing else matters but this stinking throbbing inside my head’, I carried myself back to the dentist.
And, believe me, I wasn’t in any mood to play nice with the other kids.
Just kidding. No way did I blame my dentist for my predicament. She’s at the top of her game and I’m lucky to have her working on me.
I was nearing the razor’s edge of desperation, though.
Within minutes she had me sorted out.
First off, she agreed that pain from the procedure should have started easing after a week. She further allowed that removal of the decay ‘could’ have exposed the tooth’s nerve, although she hadn’t thought so at the time.
Unfortunately, if that was the case, there wasn’t anything she could do but make me an appointment with a specialist who could confirm a nerve problem and fix it. As in, a root canal. Damn, not my idea of fun, either!
On the mean time, could she write me a script for pain management?
Uh, can Bill Murray come to my next birthday party?
Her staff made the appointment for me. And, I grabbed the script and scrambled over to the Winn Dixie on HWY 231 where we get our prescriptions filled.
While I was picking up the pills, a lady walking by heard me mention ‘tooth ache’ and came over and told me about clove oil and how it would stop a tooth ache instantly.
Well alright then…
I paid up and got in my van and quickly took one of those pain pills, pronto. Then I headed into town and hit my favorite health food store for some clove oil.
The combination of the pain pills and the clove oil, which tastes awful but really does work, finally gave me relief. I needed it. I was getting goofy from lack of sleep…
That was last Friday. It’s now Tuesday and I’ve that appointment with the endodontist later this morning.
But, and this is curious thing, after only a couple of days taking only five of those pain pills, and using the clove oil for two days, my teeth problem is nearly history.
I mean, I still have a jaw ache. More of a soreness, really.
Right now, I’m figuring my pain was a result from the original dental procedure.
While the healing period was longer than what might be normal, I’m thinking I may have ‘punked’ out and should have put it with it a little longer.
Nah, I should’ve had those pain pills sooner than I did…
There was no honor in suffering like I did. Not when the pills helped so quickly.
The way I’m feeling today, not sure I need the services of an endodontist. I’m keeping the appointment though. Just in case…
Wish me luck. Talk to you next time.
Ideas for me, your aging related story, or comments are very welcome…