feliciakw | I hate this

It's 1:33 am.

It's 1:33am.

I am awake with a bone-deep (literally) pain in my tooth. I wrote a few days ago about the misadventure that was the replacement of an annoyingly sore filling. Well . . . I went yesterday to have the new filling adjusted and buffed down so that my bite would fit properly. I thought my toes were gonna curl backwards from the pain of the readjustment. One of the questions a hygenist asked before the readjustment was "Is the pain bad enough to wake you up at night?" I assured her that oh, no, it's not that bad.

Now it is.

I want to cry, but can't. I want to take my tooth out, but really can't. It feels like the filling is too big for the tooth--which, from all appearances, looks to be the case. I honestly can't see that the original cavity required this much repair. But since the dentist didn't tell me anything specific about what was wrong or what he was doing, I wouldn't know.

With each visit, the situation has gotten progressively worse. I should have waited until I got to Culpeper and found a new dentist. I went for a teeth cleaning, and they found a cavity. I got a filling; it needed to be adjusted. The pain and soreness never truly subsided. After a month and a half, I go back, he drills out the old filling, finds a crack (that wasn't there before--gee), chips my tooth, and covers the tops of two teeth in silver. That night the pain is so bad I want to cry. I call for an adjustment. I get the adjustment. Now the pain wakes me up at 0-dark-thirty.

Geo, bless him, is out getting me some Ora-gel or Ambisol or something to put on the tooth. I've taken ibuprofen and am waiting for it to kick in.

The nicest thing I can say about this dentist is that it's time for him to retire; he's in his early 70s.

Part of it is my own fault for sticking with this dentist for as long as I have. I had a bad experience the very first time I went ten years ago, but I never made the logical move to change dentists. For some stupid reason, I thought it would be easier for Geo and me to have our records in the same office, and he's always liked this dentist.

To make matters worse right now, I'm hungry, and there's nothing to eat. Not that I could eat anything with this frellingly sore tooth. The kitchen has been packed up.