Is it possible to have a hangover from a dentist appointment? Yesterday I went in for an eval and discussion on a few issues. There's the two teeth that broke off during my surgery-a-thon of '20-'21. The solution is clear but complicated. I need to get clearance from my neurologist before they can extract the remnants (due to my fucked up, jampacked nerves and the possibility of sparking up my long-dormant trigemial neuralgia). That and I may need to be sedated due to my essential tremors (my head shaking and shivering could really throw off the nice oral surgeon who's attempting a delicate job). IF sedation is required...well, looks like I'll need to go inpatient. The office isn't set up for knocking me out.
Frankly, I wanna be sedated. I don't really want to be awake while someone's slicing open my gums and yanking out a coupla choppers. Ya know?
Next issue—I recently noticed that one of my front teeth had a brown spot on it. WTF!? Is this tooth cancer? I know there's mouth cancer but can my teeth get cancer? Doesn't seem so BUT I had to ask. Also, I really don't fancy brunette fangs.
The spot? It was just a stain. A stain, fer fuck's sake! HOW did I get a dark brown blotch on my tooth? I'm not a shit eating MAGAt, ya know! Luckily, the dentist could deal with it right then—a quick and easy procedure. YEA! This involved numbing me out, drilling off the smudge and filling/sealing/covering the area with Bondo (the medical equivalent, I guess).
All done in about 20 minutes. Awesome. Still, I was drained afterward. I didn't wake up Thursday morning with the expectation of having a mouth full of stranger's hands OR to not be able to feel my nose, lips and gums for three hours. Yes, yezzzzz, I've gone through much, much worse. Big pic? This was NO biggy but I still feel a bit depleted today.
Luckily my good boy Cake is willing to nap next to me. The healing power of cats should not be underestimated.
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