“The trick to not growing old is to: Stay curious. Keep your teeth. Stay hopeful. Do everything gracefully, yet kick when you have to.”
― Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
Yesterday, one of my crowns popped off. I was able to get an appointment for this morning at 8. I thought, while I’m there, I’ll have them check that lower root canal that has been bothering me since it was done last May. Yikes!
It was a hazy morning, chance of rain, but out my window was a dark cloud with a silver lining. An optimistic sign of good luck, right? Off to the dentist at 7:30 am.
Once in the chair, X-rays and 3-D images taken, the results were, the upper crown needed replacing, and the lower sensitive tooth that had 1) a previous crown, 2) then replaced with a root canal and new crown, 3) now needed to be extracted and replacedwith an implant. ( I call it my $9,000 tooth.) My optimistic hope for an under an hour visit, turned out to be a four hour in the chair ordeal.
The temporary crown is in, the offending tooth is extracted, and now several weeks of follow ups, replacements, and check ups will ensue. The good news is, I was a trooper and didn’t scream once. The bad news is, they forgot to give me my tooth to put under my pillow for the tooth fairy…this procedure will cost $6,500! I could use the extra cash! Yes, here is where you say,”Holy sh–!” I know, I did.
I stopped at Walgreens to get my meds. The novocaine and numbness has warn off, and the pain has kicked in. The hydrocodone has been taken. The bad news is, I hate taking any meds and I can only eat soft or cold things, AND…no alcohol. ( tomorrow is Black Russian Friday.) The good news is, I will be drinking a lot of chocolate milkshakes.