Rohan August 15th, 2007
In my most recent post, I mentioned my relief at discovering that what I feared was the complete disintegration of the inside half of a tooth was nothing more severe than a bad chip, which was duly filled to a nice smooth finish.
Well, less than a week later, the relief is gone and the fear has returned. Not because of the work done last week, which remains solid, but because now a large chunk of the outside of the same tooth has chipped away. And from my view on this side of the mirror, it’s not a pretty sight.
I guess I should be grateful that there’s no pain or discomfort (so far), just a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that the tooth will probably need to come out after all. C’est la vie.
Rohan August 9th, 2007
Well, it was off to the dentist for me today. Some weeks ago, I managed to ‘destroy’ a tooth while munching on a biscuit, and despite having suffered no pain or discomfort (other than a rough feeling where the shape of the tooth has changed) I thought I should have it seen to.
Expecting the worst, I was fully prepared to farewell my first permanent tooth (other than the four wisdom teeth that I had taken out some years ago) via the dentist’s pliers.
I respect dentists and the job they do, but for one reason or another (the dozen or so fillings I had as a kid most probably has a lot to do with it) dentistry and I don’t seem to get along. So I was pleasantly relieved to hear that my current dental woes were nothing more severe than a chipped tooth, which, after a quick jab in the mouth with some anaesthetic, 15 minutes or so of prodding and drilling and $90 from the hip pocket, enabled me to walk out a free man.
Well, until next month when I have to go back and have the cavity filled that the dentist found on the other side of my mouth…