After much discomfort, innumerable dollars and a month of back and forth to dentists, root canal specialists, and oral surgeons, the consensus was that my tooth could not be saved from a 7-year-old botched crown.
I was scheduled to have it extracted yesterday, Wednesday.
HOWEVER, by Sunday evening all I could think of was the worst horror clip in all of filmdom; the scene in Castaway when Tom Hanks knocked out his own offending tooth. After an excruciatingly painful and sleepless Sunday night (even after 800 MG Ibuprophen), Monday morning I called the oral surgeon and scheduled the extraction ASAP. I was home by 1:30PM (I think). The worst part of the surgery was the dental assistant insisting I had to wake up and go home. I was sleeping so well.
I was able to vote on Tuesday, it took a total of 10 minutes from walking out my back door, being driven to the poll, voting, being driven home and walking in the back door. There are several advantages to living in rural America. I was disappointed because I had been planning on riding my horse Miss Kitty, to the fire station polling place (we ride up there regularly). Although it is not mentioned in the warnings, I think riding a horse cross country is probably not a good thing to do when loopy on pain killers....
Anyway, I remembered most of the names of the people I was going to vote for.....
After a couple of days on liquids only, I have now advanced to soft bread...yippee!! I am sick of yogurt and pudding. I only took 400MG of Ibuprophen this morning, and I can feel a twinge. It is a good trade off, not having the Ibuprophen dullness of brain.
I knew I was on the road to recovery yesterday afternoon when Fed-Ex delivered a package. (no joke!)
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