It started aching after my icey pratfall a few weeks ago when I chipped my front tooth. I guess I jarred the back filling or crown, whatever it has, a bit loose also and I'm not looking forward to getting it taken care of.
plays with the Surf Dawgs - a Beach Boys-type of band. At least
he's not boring.
There are tortures that people put others under. Of course, those who do that have given up their right to be called people at all, but that's neither here nor there. I almost equate dentistry with that, except that dentistry is necessary torture. But I always feel that I should get a friggin' award ribbon after surviving any type of dental procedure. And it's not the procedure that bothers me - it's the shot(s) of novacaine. I have such an extreme amount of needle-phobia and I just can't handle it. My dentist is awesome - he gives me gas (calls me his rabbit in the headlights look if I haven't gotten the gas) and also prescribes tranquilizers for me when I have to promise that my DH will drive me back and forth. I can't get work done without those crutches. But at least they allow me to survive the experience with bearable stress levels. And so I look at the possibility of having to get work done on this tooth, and I resign myself to hanging in there and seeing if the ache gets worse before calling for an appointment because I really would rather avoid this if at all possible. So am I a coward? Oh yeah, in this instance, I plead the white flag of cowardice.
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