Wanderings and Wonderings

I've been having a lot of dental work done recently.

It started way back in August, when I noticed something feeling really weird in the back of my mouth. Like one of my teeth had cracked in half. But there was no pain. So I figured I'd go to the dentist and have it looked at. But I decided not to go to that same dentist I went to last time around. They were expensive, for one, and it seems like they wanted to drill my entire mouth out. So I picked a different dentist.

Glad I did that.

This new dentist seems to take a more cautious approach. Whereas the previous dentist was like DRILL ALL THE THINGS, this dentist is more along the lines of "let's try this less invasive thing first and see if that works."

Unfortunately, it didn't work out right just off the bat. They tried to fill that tooth, but the filling caused pain so I ended up with a root canal back there. Then, while doing the root canal, part of the file broke inside my tooth. Fortunately, it broke at the bottom of the canal, so there are no complications from it.

Went back again today for my checkup and to have them look at something that has been causing pain on my lower right side. After all that was said and done, they took X-rays of my entire jaw, as I mentioned that the previous dentist thought I should have my wisdom teeth out OMFG RIGHT NOW. After looking at the X-rays, she told me she really didn't see any reason why I should have to have them out.

So yeah, glad I got that second opinion. And, short one minor filling, a clean dental bill of heath. Surprising, considering where I was a couple years ago.

Thursday night and Friday morning were the worst. I was popping pills every two hours to keep the pain under control and let me get the sleep I needed.

kubulai was right in his comment to my previous entry: I didn't go into work Friday. But he's also right that I would go Orly Taitz batshit insane if I didn't do something other than lay on my ass. So, I VPN'd in and worked from my comfy position on the couch. It actually helped to keep my mind off the pain. Also watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympics.

By Saturday it had started to lessen. I could eat solid foods again as long as I chewed the majority on the other side of my mouth (which I was already doing to avoid the pain before). I also went from pills every two hours to pills every four hours. I actually felt like doing some things so I worked on some code for Furry Weekend Atlanta. Saturday evening Sarah and I went out to dinner at Red Robin (a place I hadn't been in months, mostly due to their lack of diet-friendly items). I figured, since I'd been on a liquid diet all day prior, I'd earned a good meal.

Sunday, I was able to take myself off the pain pills and make due with just tylenol.

Monday, I woke up to find a giant crack in the middle of my windshield. Fucking joy. That's $200 down the drain. Still not sure how it happened, either.