So, it's not going to be as easy a fix as I had hoped, although I didn't have to deal with needles and nastiness today. Turns out it had nothing to do with my fall of five weeks ago, and everything to do with my body being a traitor to my mental age (which bears no calendrical relationship to my physical age). Apparently the stupid tooth has a nerve (I actually did know that) and that nerve is dying (I'm less that thrilled about that) and therefore I have to see a specialist in Endodontics to have a root canal. ICKY!!!!!
After speaking to one of the doctors my dentist recommended, I won't use her unless I have to because she only uses gas and novacaine and I have NO intention of being awake, alert, or cogniscent in any way. But after trying to find a Endodontic dentist who will actually put me out, I'm starting to strike out. This isn't good. I'm going to continue trying, though. For a procedure that will end up costing me WAY too frakkin' much, I don't want to be feeling ANY of it. I will continue the hunt.
In the meantime, however, I am still in pain and even though I know the solution to the problem, I'm not altogether sure if the cure isn't worse than the illness... <sigh>.
Thanks to all of you for your kind thoughts and positive strokes. I would never have been as calm about any of this without them!
- Erulisse (one L)
This didn't post the first time, so I'm trying again. If it got lost in cyberspace and posts twice, I hope you forgive me.