Yesterday, the infected tooth I’ve been staving off with antibiotics and rinses over the last 6 months developed into a massive swelling on my gum. And last night the lump burst and began leaking into my mouth. So I called the dentist, who booked me in for an emergency appointment this morning.
I was expecting to go along and be told that I needed root canal treatment, possibly an extraction, and have my next visit booked in for one distant day in the future. I was not expecting to leave 25 minutes later without my tooth.
Yup, he whipped it out on the spot: gave my teeth a quick clean while the anaesthetic took hold, and informed me that seeing as it wouldn’t be visible, and seeing as I have some overcrowding anyway, total extraction was the best option. Next thing I know I’m handing over my debit card to the receptionist, shaking slightly and feeling decidedly tearful. The next 10 minutes were the longest walk home of my life – I swear I felt so sorry for myself, I was in a regular fankle!
And now I’m sore and achey, but very hopeful. Hopeful that this will not only be the end of my tooth infections, but also of the endless throat, ear and sinus infections the last year has delivered. Hopeful that my teeth will settle now, and no longer feel tight in my jaw, that my wisdom teeth will stop biting into my cheek lining because there’s simply not room for them.
And hopeful that by tomorrow I’ll feel a little more normal – because right now I feel like utter crap.