Today’s post is an update on my ongoing struggle, with a small dose of whine tossed in. Eleven months ago I snapped off my front tooth. I shared a bit about it here. I was told this process would take 5-6 months but it’s stretched to almost 12. There have been hiccups in the timeline because of delays in healing and I can’t wait for to be over.
Yesterday I spent 3 hours in the dental chair on the final leg of this unpleasant journey. As I sat with my mouth open and multiple appliances crammed into it, I started to panic. They’d removed the temporary to alter its shape and make the mold for the permanent crown. As time stretched and the tooth still wasn’t fitting properly I began to worry that I’d have to walk around without a front tooth for several weeks.
Rather than hyperventilate, I mumbled to ask his assistant for a mirror. She looked down at my panicked expression, smiled kindly and said: “no, that’s not a good idea”. I’ve been seeing the same dentist for almost 30 years and she’s been his sidekick the entire time so she knows me well.
This tooth has been an emotional experience for me and she’s seen me cry over it more than once. They finally got it in place but it left me with an aching jaw, raw gums, and a pounding headache that Tylenol won’t touch. Once I got home I realized that although I am sporting a tarnished crown in an unflattering color, I am lucky to have it.
Many of you have gone through the same process and know it’s often the best course to take when you lose a tooth. I just wish it was painless. Whine over:)
We’re heading up to visit our grandson tomorrow so if I don’t post on Wednesday, know that I am having a great time and not stressing about my tooth.
Thanks for reading ladies and have a great day!
Don’t forget to floss:)