But I had to suck it up and go see one yesterday on account of an extremely awful toothache being accompanied by a ridiculously swollen amandaface.
This dentist was actually pretty great. Although she determined that a previous root canal wasn’t done correctly and she doesn’t do second attempts, her conduct and chairside manner was a lot better than most dentists I’ve seen before.
I don’t know if it was because I cried when she told me I needed another root canal or an extraction, but she only charged me $25 for the x-ray that her assistant took.
Shut up, I cried. I was/am in pain and I don’t have dental insurance at my new job yet. I didn’t bawl, but as she was talking to me about what my options were and how she’d refer me to a great specialist, I couldn’t stop the giant waterworks from escaping those tiny little ducts.
So yeah.
I’ve been home since yesterday afternoon and am on lovely antibiotics and pain meds. My face is still ballooned up on the left side like a chipmunk that’s only saving half as much food for later, but the hotter than hot bath I took this morning where I submersed most of my face for an hour seemed to help a little.
If I had a straw, I would have dunked my whole head under water, but instead I left one nostril above sea level.
Ohman. How sexy is that?
Ugh.
I hate that I hate dentists. Can someone bring me some ice cream?