Oh, how I wish I had seen dear Minka's post this past Sunday. At that point, I didn't know what was in store for me the next day. But, as Monday unfolded in a surreal, dental way for me also, her hand would have felt close enough to grasp. Perhaps I could have imagined us as young friends, at the end of the day...building a tent out of blankets and huddling together, sharing something rather scary...and the relief of surviving it.
A couple weeks ago, while brushing the side of a molar (#31) I lost a tiny bit of composite filling from an area best described as the root of a tooth. A California holistic dentist had cleaned the 'way below the gum line' area and packed it with a fluoride laced remedy...probably over a year ago. I don't think it was supposed to be permanent. But I had hoped it would be, as it was a nerve-wracking procedure. Sunday evening, mere food-laced saliva that traveled to that side of my mouth felt like a screwdriver in said tooth. It became clear that I was going to have to deal with it soon -- i.e., find a dentist here in Wonderful W that would restore/patch it with similar materials.
By 10am Monday I was in a dentist's chair. There would be no patching. Dentist's assessment: X-ray showed probable decay in the root and possible infection. Tooth didn't seem to respond to her attempts to rouse it and she suspected it was dying. Call to endodontist in much-larger-city landed me a 4:15 spot that very same day. I was thankful for someone's cancellation. As dento-phobic as I am, the root canal would stop the pain. Or so I thought.
If I had known what was to come, I would have taken my Valium a bit closer to the appointment...and certainly would have popped two! By the time I got in The Chair, it had worn off. I didn't leave the office until 6:15 -- long after they were to close. Two hours...three canals. Novocaine that was supposed to cause 'profoundly numbness', but didn't. An unforeseen problem: the canals were 'calcified'. Two of the three were successfully drilled and routed. I was shivering and wasn't sure if it was from being cold or from being stressed. Did I mention I'm certifiably phobic???
The 3rd canal presented an additional - and perhaps insurmountable - challenge. The material that had been packed into the outside of the ailing root last year had become pressed into the canal. It would be a hard-as-nails obstacle to further work in that area. Prognosis: The jangling nerve may still be there. I may still have pain. I may lose the tooth.
I had a good child-like cry on the drive home.
Miz M had 'apical' surgery. I can't imagine having numbing shots above your front teeth. Wishing her well with her stitches and sending her - retroactively - the kind of prayer that sustains in the moment.
