Lost Tooth
On Wednesday, my friend from work offered me a piece of chocolate toffee, which of course, I was unable to refuse. As we were walking home, the toffee got stuck to my teeth and so I wrenched it out and threw away the candy, only to discover as I continued walking, that I'd also pulled out my entire crown. It's a weird feeling to run your tongue along your teeth and suddenly discover a pocket of space and the jagged edges of your remaining tooth. It didn't hurt though; that's the saving grace.
Now, I'm scheduled to go in today to have the tooth completely extracted, since the dentist explained to me yesterday that it's beyond saving. Luckily, this is a back molar, and not like, my front tooth. Still--it reminds me of those stress dreams I have on occassion where all of my teeth are crumbling from my mouth--my biggest fear coming true.
Had a cleaning yesterday and got through my discomfort with it by imagining that maybe I could write a poem about it somehow; something about the way that your mouth is stretched 19 different directions for the X-rays and your throat jammed up and your cheek pinched. And then the other assistant comes in to clean your teeth and that's not much fun either b/c she comments breezily about how discolored your teeth are from drinking coffee and then she'll take out a tiny instrument with a hook on the end and dig at your gums to remove the plaque. I had to keep telling myself, This isn't hurting you. Feeling something is not the same as feeling pain. But I didn't want to feel anything. And so today, I will be getting shots in the side of my mouth and having a tooth dug out. Next, we will be discussing a dental implant, wherein they drill a hole in your gums and screw in a fake tooth.
Here are some cute pictures to make you feel better about the whole situation.
Now, I'm scheduled to go in today to have the tooth completely extracted, since the dentist explained to me yesterday that it's beyond saving. Luckily, this is a back molar, and not like, my front tooth. Still--it reminds me of those stress dreams I have on occassion where all of my teeth are crumbling from my mouth--my biggest fear coming true.
Had a cleaning yesterday and got through my discomfort with it by imagining that maybe I could write a poem about it somehow; something about the way that your mouth is stretched 19 different directions for the X-rays and your throat jammed up and your cheek pinched. And then the other assistant comes in to clean your teeth and that's not much fun either b/c she comments breezily about how discolored your teeth are from drinking coffee and then she'll take out a tiny instrument with a hook on the end and dig at your gums to remove the plaque. I had to keep telling myself, This isn't hurting you. Feeling something is not the same as feeling pain. But I didn't want to feel anything. And so today, I will be getting shots in the side of my mouth and having a tooth dug out. Next, we will be discussing a dental implant, wherein they drill a hole in your gums and screw in a fake tooth.
Here are some cute pictures to make you feel better about the whole situation.
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| My stepada and Luke in the sunshine.
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