Friday, May 09, 2014

Telling the tooth

Day two of the tooth drama, and it wasn’t even almost as bad as I expected. I take that as a good thing.

I arrived today to a power failure. Apparently, some specialist had moved out of their suite, had a final reading, and the power was disconnected. But that meant that others had no power for their computer severs, and that meant no access to electronic patient files, X-rays, etc. Call me pedantic, but I would’ve thought that making sure that ALL the building was under one power account would be kind of important. Still, not my place to tell them what to do.

I had more intense treatment today, but it was okay. I was offered Panadeine before the procedure, but since I was driving, I declined. Still, being offered that made me worry a bit.

As it turns out, the procedure was mostly no worse than the other side. As before, my front tooth bothered me the most, but even there it wasn’t pain as much as an odd sensation—like a sharp, pointed plastic instrument pointed at my gum: It didn’t hurt, but I felt it.

Once I was done—and, an hour went quickly—I was okay for awhile, but then my front tooth throbbed, and I was worried it would hurt once the local anaesthetic wore off. When I got home, I took a Maxigesic and I was fine (and remained so—in fact, it also took care of the gout pain). It turned out that there was no need for anything stronger.

The next two appointments deal to my lower jaw, and part of me wants to assume the worst. Of course. But my “real world” experience suggests otherwise.

In any case, I’m halfway through the treatment. That is good far beyond mere words.

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