The Dental Trauma Begins.....

So, as the title says, the trauma begins. I used to have great teeth.  As a matter of fact, my dentist once told me that if everyone had teeth like mine, he'd be a shoe salesman.  No more. I took Ritalin for about 10 years and for some reason, I became a pro at tossing cookies.  Not literally, just you know....puking.  Within an hour after taking it, I'd throw my guts up without fail.  Three pills a day for 10 years and the subsequent issues are with my teeth.  They're dropping like flies.   I've already had one pulled so I've got the hole there, but this new dentist says nope, we can FIX it.  To the tune of a root canal and crown.  Now, don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with dentists and I've got a crazy high pain tolerance, so I'm not worried or scared or anything like that. Basically the downside is the cost and of course having to get up and get dressed to go out of the house which if you know me is a big deal.  I should own stock in pajama companies.    So anyway, yeah, April 8th is the big day.  The pain right now is off and on, and it's not that big a deal except when I take a swig of an icy cold drink then well, you can count me out for the time it takes me to dance around holding my jaw yelling "OW OW OW" for a few minutes at any rate.  You gotta give me that okay? I've never had anything more than a filling and the extraction so I'm not sure what to expect, but I'm definitively NOT listening to my husband who is horrified of dentists.  Nope.  Don't tell me what to expect.  I'll figure it out on my own and if it's bad, I'll be back here on the 9th complaining my butt off.  

That doesn't look so bad........right?

I guess we'll see, but until then.....toodles!

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