pulled wisdom teeth, root canals or broken teeth for me. No, Señor!
Well, so much for wishful thinking.
My tooth troubles are back and turning into their very own telenovela (soap opera).
This morning, I was feeling like my usual happy, chipper self. I spent most of the morning getting the kiddies ready and sending them off to school and picking up the house, so I could start my Cardio Mop workout. It was about 10am, and I was starting to get a little hungry. I'd been too busy to have breakfast earlier. But before I could decide what I wanted for breakfast, I thought I'd sneak in a few minutes on Facebook. (Priorities!)
Hubby was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. And I was commenting on a friend's status, joking about how I was sneaking in some Facebook time, when I should be cleaning and doing laundry.
Then all of sudden, I felt this sharp, intense pain in my tooth.
For a second, I thought it was a sign from the Heavens that I should stop playing around on the computer and get to work. One of those, "If I'm lying, may God strike me with lightning" kind of things.
But the pain continued. And increased in intensity. I didn't know what was happening, nor why. I couldn't even speak to tell Hubby what was happening. I was screaming and crying, because the pain was so intense. It was so violently painful, I thought I was going to have a stroke or something.
Finally after a couple of minutes, I was able to tell Hubby that it was my tooth that was causing me so much pain. Hubby then grabbed his cell phone and called Dr. Manny, our dentist, to tell him that we were on our way to his office.
Lucky for me, my dentist is only 3 doors down and I was completely capable of walking there. But I winced in pain every step of the way because even drawing in breath through my mouth was causing me excruciating pain.
Dr. Manny administered two different kinds of anasthesia to help alleviate the pain, but they weren't working fast enough for me. An x-ray revealed that I have an infection in the root of one of my teeth and will need yet another root canal.
So for the next few days, I will be on pain meds and antibiotics. My mouth feels like I got punched in the face by Mike Tyson. And it hurts to eat anything hot or cold.
At this rate, I'm pretty sure I'm going to need dentures by the time I'm 40.
I wonder if the folks at Colgate would consider sponsoring this blog.