Bill has run off to play ping pong this evening but I’m not feeling 100% so I’ve stayed at home this time.
This past week has been horrid on the health front as I spent practically the entire weekend in bed feeling very poorly and then developed an intense pain in my jaw. Self-diagnosis decided that a trip to the dentist was in order as an emerging wisdom teeth was prime suspect.
After a few days of putting up with the pain and being rather flakey we got a recommendation for a dentist and I made an appointment for yesterday afternoon.
The experience was somewhat nerve-wracking as it was my first visit to a dentist State-side and I think I was a little anxious. As it turned out the dentist was very nice and put me at ease, couldn’t fault him at all. Was very much like going to see a friend’s Dad, he was very fatherly. All the staff were immensely pleasant too.
The practice was strange, not at all how I imagined an American dentists to be like. Not really sure what I expected but a small office in a tower block complex where you had to request a key and leave the dentist’s and walk down the corridor and around the corner if you needed to use the ladies wasn’t it.
Once seated in the consultation room the nurse introduced herself and to my horror started a DVD playing on the overhead TV screen before leaving the room. Hence followed what seemed like an eternity of waiting trapped in a tiny cubicle with close ups of teeth beaming down at me squirming in the dentist’s chair. Before and after photos of grinning gnashers enticed me to allow the dentist to attempt to perfect a stunning example of the NHS’s best work and turn it into an all-American perfect Barbie mouthful. Not what I wanted to see.
Thankfully the nurse returned and requested x-rays to be taken so that absorbed my attention during what must have been at least the third looped screening. However, once the dentist emerged the TV was turned back on to Oprah and I had far worse to contend with.
It was a special on failed operations and hospital malpractice. The volume was on low but headlines outing surgeons for operating on the wrong patients flashed up above me while the dentist poked around in my gaping mouth. A case of a Doctor performing brain surgery on the healthy side of a patient’s organ, and another where a patient underwent open heart surgery intended for his ward mate were featured horrors to accompany my dentist’s explanation that I need to have my impacted wisdom teeth extracted and he would refer me to an Oral Surgeon. Aaargh. *whimper*
I have the pleasure of being the not so proud owner of an evil wisdom tooth surrounded by painful infected gums. Hoorah. The dentist prescribed some antibiotics, cleaned everything out, gave me some Novocaine to ease the pain temporarily and instructed me to make an appointment with the surgeon once the infection had cleared. Crap! I had enough of dental surgery last year!
Actually, there was a second option banded about, but that involved cutting the gum away around the tooth and hoping it would continue to emerge properly. That idea sounded just as scary though and it seemed that there was no guarantee that the problem would be resolved and I could quite possibly need to have them out after a while anyway. I was persuaded that the best idea was probably to just go ahead with the extraction now and thus remove the possibility of any future problems.
Bill has been consoling me ever since.
I do hope the tooth fairy hasn’t entered retirement by now. Looks like I have some custom for her.
Which reminds me, Mum and Dad did some major clearing up when their house finally emptied of lodgers. They even did a rehaul of the attic and amongst the many childhood articles left scattered and strewn up there a small beige cigar tin was found. Inside it, I imagine, my parents found layers of now slightly crispy pink toilet roll once carefully folded into squares lying snugly in the flat square case. Upon curious investigation this tissue revealed a collection of tiny infant teeth, milk teeth that as a child I hoarded as precious items and stored away to be forgotten about until now.
I suppose in a couple of weeks I’ll be adding to my collection then.