I have one hell of a toothache. I saw a dentist and a periodontist today who informed me that I have a broken tooth and the nerve is basically dead. The periodontist said he could attempt to fix it but only gives it a 5% success rate. Hum, I don’t like the sound of that! He advised me to have it extracted. I asked how soon he could pull it and he informed me that he didn’t do that. I will have to see an oral surgeon. Really? I’ve already paid two doctors in one day and now I have to pay a third?
What happened to the days when your dentist could pull your tooth? Now I have to see an oral surgeon who will have to put me to sleep to extract a dead back molar and probably charge me a fortune.
It’s hard to put on a happy face when one whole side of your face hurts. But I still made my daily visit to my parents (even though it was brief) and I’m trying not to snap at my husband. He’s trying hard to make me comfortable and take care of things around the house that needs to be taken care of. He’s pretty wonderful actually. It’s just hard to appreciate anything right now, but I’m trying.
I hate losing this tooth. After all it’s been with me for 50 something years. But if it will get rid of this pain I will gladly bid it farewell.