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My rockass day.
I had a dentist's appointment today. To get a crown "installed." The crown is for a second of my four twelve-year molars that have caused me nothing but grief
since they cut through my gums at the tender age of 16.
For the duration of the time I had braces [the first time], I strongly believed that knocking all your teeth out and just having dentures was just way easier. And
as my trauma began with my stupid twelve-year molars (biting my cheeks, cutting through my gums decayed since they stayed close to the surface for way too long,
and the whole reason why I had to get braces the second time)...I really felt like those damn teeth should've come out. Today, I reaaaaaaaally hate my twelve-year molars
and I really wish I could have all four of them pulled. End the drama right there.
Ok, ok. A couple of weeks ago, I went for my 6 month spiel at the dentist. This is when a chunk of my twelve-year molar fell out. Rad, huh? It's not because I'm gross and
don't take care of my teeth (I brush twice a day. I floss. I Listerine. And I also use Act.), I do. I won't bore with more details of the twelve-year molar saga because I
think I've ranted about this issue before...even though it might be in my "old" journal. Anyway. The tooth was not bothering me at all. Though after the piece of tooth
came off (a little over a week ago) at the appointment, I've had some pain. But really dull pain. I think I've popped some Motrin on three occasions. And not because I was
on the verge of tears or anything. Just because I was wimping out.
So today I go to my appointment. Almost an hour into the crown prep, we discover I need to go take a trip to the endodontist. RAD!!!!! Nothing like an emergency, surprise
ROOT CANAL!!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn't even freaking know what a root canal was until I was sitting in the chair at the endodontist's office. My mom and dad have had them before. But me, with teeth, it's in
one ear out the other. I don't particularly love teeth, so I really don't care to learn about them.
The doctor tells me all about it and says in some instances they may have to make the appointment into two appointments. When he said this...I knew it. I know my luck with these
fucking twelve-year molars.
I also, by the way, HATE being numb. I've had fillings done on these stupid twelve-year molars without being numb because I hate the feeling. Plus I can take it, motherfuckers; I can
take it! I had four shots at my mom's place. By the time I was in the chair at the endodontist's, about two hours had passed. So he numbed me again. And this was some strrrrong shit.
He came back twenty minutes later and hooked me up with THREE more shots that instantly were like, "woah"...and I even said, "woah" right after the first one because it was some serious
numbing shit. Afterall, I was numb, yet I felt even numb-er after the first of the three additional shots.
The work itself, no big deal except my jaw was really starting to hurt and feel weird because my mouth was open for so long today. And then he breaks the news to me: I have to come back.
Everything was too inflamed to finish. So guess where I'm going at 8am the Saturday after next? Yep! To get the rest of my root canal! And then I get to look forward to getting my crown
the week after that!
Like I said: should've just ripped the damn teeth out! The problem with that is they're so fucking huge...and my teeth would've shifted and then I would've gotten a sunken in face (many models
remove teeth to accomplish this look).
Shoved me out the door with some Amoxicillin and anti-inflamatory 'scrips.
And then I come home to find out the DVR is like...fried or something. Stupid Comcast! Stupid, stupid Comcast! I depend on that damn DVR for way too much stuff. If I weren't so damn
lazy, I'd hook a cable line up to my computer and utilize it's Tivo-like function...but that's too much work for a temporary solution. At least the guy at Comcast I spoke with was upbeat and
helpful. Well as helpful as he could be...because he didn't have the resources to figure out my error message. I just hope it didn't delete the shit that's on there...like all the Todd Oldham
specials and the last Six Feet Under episode.
After the Comcast ordeal, I ran to go pick up my prescriptions...and suddenly had a craving for Jello. Walgreens, of course, didn't have any. I don't even really like Jello all that much because
I overdosed on it when blue Jello came out. My parents made Jello Jigglers like they were going out of style...and I ate them like they were going out of style. Until I wanted to puke. But anyway,
I run to Meijer...knowing that Target has Jello for cheaper than Meijer but I needed pizza sauce. Target does not have pizza sauce...ten million pasta sauces, but no pizza sauce (it makes me want to
cry). What did Meijer not have? Jello with sugar in it! I don't want that "sugar free" crap! Ugh! So I went to Target to get Jello afterall. Lazy, and pressed for time (the Detroit Mayoral Debate was starting),
I poured myself some cereal...only to discover I can barely open my jaw. Good thing I bought Jello!
Mayoral Debate: I couldn't even stand to watch it. Kwame's an idiot. I'm so scared about the results of the election. Seriously.
Ok, I think I need to go put a hot compress (aka hot washcloth) on my jaw...
By Jessica
