I was sick all week-end with a massive gum/tooth infection. No dentists on week-ends you know. I get there and the girl tells me to go in room three. I go into room four and just sit there, wondering where the dentist is because I was the last appointment for the day. I think they thought I changed my mind and went home because I see the hallway lights go off...then I look at the number on the door and of course I am in the wrong one. I slither into room three. 'OH, there you are!" she says. I tell her my problem with the swollen face etc and she takes an x-ray...which is read immediately in front of me on a computer screen. It killed me to have that sharp film jammed in between my teeth, but alas...DEFAULT comes up on the screen. "Gee, this has never happened before," she says, puts another x-ray in my sore mouth and takes off somewhere to re set the computer. "Are you okay?" she yells from somewhere...far away. How can I tell her I am in pain with my mouth full of xray film? She comes back...A no go again. Finally the x-ray works. The dentist does his thing, talking about
the weather etc with my mouth shot full of novacain and he has what looks like an ice pick in his hand, digging deep into the infection so he can suck it out with that sucker thingy. I'm done...ask where the restroom is. It's in front of the desk. I walk in and turn around...girls tells me the light swich is on the right. HER right, not mine! I'm running my hands all over the walls and she keeps saying 'It's on the right!" OMG...finally the hubby comes in and turns the light on which was on MY LEFT. I pull a paper towel off the roll, the holder spring breaks and the stupid towels unroll all over the floor. I just shut the door. Bad Fibromite. I get this prescript
ion for an antibiotic. I say that I can't fill it tonight because by the time we got to the pharmacy, it would be closed. The girl looks at me and says it's only 5:30. I swear, I had looked at the clock and I thought it said 7:30. Get to the pharmacy and the pharmacist can't understand a word I am saying...due to the novacain. All she wanted to know was my birth date. Drool is dripping down my lips...I can't say March to save my life. The hubby finally tells her.
Is this a long story...yes it is. It is the ravings of a fibromite who has been told to take two Tylenol for the pain in my jaw...I can see China when I look down the hole. Oh well...I got it taken care of in a timely manner and I am lucky that's all it was...a stupid infection.
Floss those teeth, ladies and gentlemen!
fibro, menieres disease, RLS, anxiety disorder, disc compression, scoliosis, spinal stenosis TMJ Meds: valium Advil