Remember my dental fiasco over the summer? Welp. If you don't, head on over and read the post and I'll wait here until you come back.
Glad to see you're back. Yeah, that tooth is infected….AGAIN. Driving home after the Scranton Story Slam on Saturday night, I noticed that the left side of my mouth was extremely sore. The pain reminded me of having a clenched jaw or grinding your teeth. I didn't think it was a cavity or anything like that. I immediately started to wonder if I should have Doc Hollywood paged to see if I could get some pain medications. Something did not feel right. I decided to take some Advil when I got home (it was 11:00ish when I got back to Sweet Valley) and hoped that it would clear up overnight.
The Advil did absolutely nothing for the pain and it was more intense the next morning. I decided that I better not fuck around with it, and had the dentist paged. He prescribed me Tylenol 3 (with codeine) and Amoxicillin. I am allergic to sulfa drugs (Bactrim) so I can't have any of the stronger antibiotics or I can get really sick. Rich went and picked up the medications for me at CVS after they were called in… and I took them, but I was still feeling pretty sore. Chewing was a problem, so the only thing I ate yesterday was soup.
The dentist's office called me this morning and asked if I could come in for 2:30. I checked with my boss who was ok with it, so I planned to leave around noonish. A few minutes later, the dentist told me that something earlier opened up and they wanted to know if I could leave right then. I checked with my boss again and he said no problem. I left and took everything with me…I wasn't sure if I'd be back or not. In the car, I raced up the Larksville Mountain and headed over to Trucksville. The dentist took me back right away and started to do some X-Rays. I gagged like 3 times because that's what I do and then I nearly barfed.
Of the 3 X-Rays he was able to take, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. I tried to show him where the pain was coming from. It is along the bottom left gum in the vicinity of where my root canal happened over the summer. It wasn't necessarily the tooth itself, but the gum. He sanded down my tooth thinking that my bite was off. The adjustment did feel slightly better, but there was still pain. And then that was it. He lifted me back up from the chair and told me I needed to go to a specialist. He referred me to (what I'm guessing) one of his other buddy dentists in Forty Fort. I was referred for 2:30pm and they were nice enough to make a cleaning appointment for Friday the 13th. LUCKY ME.
I headed back home to kill some time in the interim, and headed back out. I was honestly scared shitless at this point. The root canal experience was HELL, and that was with a bunch of gas and Novocaine, and I still felt every thing that was going on. The new dentist, who specializes in only root canals, was extremely nice and caring. He wanted to know who did my root canal – was it Dr. Asshole or "Jamie". Jamie? I didn't feel right calling my dentist by a pet name. I shook my head and he said "Jamie?". And feeling backed into a corner about the name, I finally said "Yes, Jaime." He took 3 more X-Rays (my head is going to glow in the dark tonight!) which were as equally gag-inducing as the last set that were taken at Jamie's office. The new specialist has an advanced X-Ray machine apparently, and he was able to tell right away that something was not right….and with the root canal tooth like I had thought.
It turns out, there is an abscess beginning to form directly under where the last root canal was. It's becoming infected. He tested this by pressing and wiggling my tooth and gums back and forth. I nearly went through the ceiling. YEAH OW. YOU FOUND IT, NOW CUT IT OUT.
After spending nearly 600 dollars on my last root canal, I decided that when I got my new job I would opt for the secondary dental insurance as a back-up to my husband's existing policy. His insurance kind of sucks and doesn't cover much apparently. I flashed the two insurance cards like a champ and after their calculations this root canal should cost at most 50 dollars out of pocket. WINNING. However….he doesn't have gas in his office. He numbs up the tooth and surrounding areas and that's it. When he told me that, I was ready to cry right on the spot. I barely made it through the last root canal, how am I going to make it through this one. Can't they knock me out? Hit me in the head with a rock? A brick? I'll even sign a waiver in my own blood that I won't sue. Just please god, I do not want to be conscience for that again.
At any rate, the root canal round #2 is scheduled for Wednesday at 11:30am. Kill me now.
In the meantime, the new specialist assigned me some super-duper hulk strength steroids. I'm not really sure what the theory is behind this. He says that it will help calm the tooth down so that it won't be uncomfortable to work on Wednesday. I have been reading online about these little pills (six of which I have to take by the end of tonight). Hooo boy. I'm in for a fun week. Side effects include: Severe allergic reactions (rash; hives; itching; difficulty breathing; tightness in the chest; swelling of the mouth, face, lips, or tongue); bloody, black, or tarry stools; changes in body fat; changes in menstrual period; chest pain; fainting; fever, chills, or sore throat; increased hunger, thirst, or urination; mental or mood changes; muscle pain, weakness, or wasting; seizures; severe nausea or vomiting; slow wound healing; stomach pain; sudden, severe dizziness or headache; swelling of the feet or legs; tendon, bone, or joint pain; thinning of the skin; unusual bruising or bleeding; unusual skin sensation; unusual weight gain; vision changes or other eye problems; vomit that looks like coffee grounds.
I'm really excited about the coffee grounds vomit especially. I guess it is to be expected when you are on a drug that has "meth" in the name. Methylprednisolone to be exact. Gesundheit!
I didn't sneeze. Oh wait, it must be the mental or mood changes kicking in. The voices in my head are carrying on a conversation.
I headed over to CVS after all of that to pick up my prescription and found out that my husband's health insurance policy was canceled. What the .. … .. . ??? Apparently, someone at the company decided to conveniently "forget" to send in the check to Blue Cross. This happened yesterday when he stopped by to pick up the prescriptions that Doc Hollywood a.k.a. "Jamie" called in. The company assured us that it was taken care of. Guess what? It wasn't. I had to pay double what I normally would for the scripts. The HR person said that we are able to expense whatever expenses were not picked up by the insurance for the medications. Gee ya think? Needless to say I was not pleased, and still am not. Good thing I wasn't in a major car accident or something and need to be admitted to the hospital.
"SORRY, Mrs. Davies, I know you are dying, but your insurance card is coming up expired. We're going to have to wheel you out into the street until this issue gets resolved with the insurance company."
"Over my dead body you will….oh wait…."
There are the voices again.
I guess I should probably lay down and get some rest. Today sucked.
I'll be posting my Blog Fest recap tomorrow hopefully. As usual, I'm the last one.