Went to the dentist a couple of weeks ago. The first time in *murmur, murmur* years. I was a little concerned about a crown I have, worried that the underlying tooth was damaged and that I would need a root canal.
Been there, done that, don’t ever want to go back. The after tooth-excavation pain-relief medication given for a previous root canal was what led me to the realization that codeine and I don’t play well together.
Two words… yellow bats.
That’s all I’m gonna say about that.
The crown was fine, thankyouverymuch. X-rays looked good, and there was no pain or temperature sensitivity, and it wasn’t loose. It was just wonky. I had a difficult time trying to explain my concerns to the doctor. The tooth just felt… well… squishy.
The doc thinks the weirdness may be caused by me grinding my teeth at night. He asked if I was under any stress. I laughed. More of a nervous laugh than a hysterical laugh, but it was close.
He gave me some homework to help determine if I do indeed clinch my teeth and a recommendation for a mouth guard to wear at night if necessary.
If only he could recommend some sort of guard to alleviate what’s causing my stress.
“Hot things, sharp things, sweet things, cold things, all rot the teeth, and make them look like old things” ~ Benjamin Franklin
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