Where was I? It's been six months since the first part of this post, six months a mere sniffle in time, seems to me anymore. Never one for regular dental visits, pain however overrides fear, in my book anyway. I open the Dentist's door, deep breathes, fear placed on the back burner. Almost instantaneously I find my body hovering above the dental chair. (A wee joke, you see, hovering instead of sitting.) X-rays confirm the damage. Infection, bridge broken, filling pulled out. Why should my teeth be good when the rest of my body is a scrapyard. I leave with a prescription of antibiotics, scheduled to come back in a month after the infection clears up. WHATT! No pain pills! Other people get pain pills, why not me? Thi old man is in pain, what do you have to do to get pain pills. I suppose old people must suffer while others get their addiction quota!
One of the many, many things I have been learned the hard way in my many, many years. (I kind of like that last sentence.) Why pray tell do you have wisdom at the end of your life, than earlier when you most need it? Any way, "As your teeth goes so does your health." So it seems, so it goes, so I have read.
Before I could leave, actually while I was still in the dental chair a plan of attack for repairing my teeth, wrong . . . I want them suckers pulled!
While getting x-rays the insurance person was keeping busy with my plan and payment for the rest. What pray tell does ones do without insurance? Suffer I'd reckon! My wife uses our part of our yearly allowance on our dental plan, tain't much, but better than nothing!
Next visit to the house of discomfort. I was sweating before I walk through the door, gonna pull 10 teeth today. Wowza, that seems like a lot o teeth, yes it does! My mind were made up and I be ready! Lord have mercy! Pulling, cracking, sounds like some kind of grinding. I was afraid I was going to pee my pants! He was doing some stitching, what the hell did he do? I must have some gushing of the red stuff! Yikes just when I think I'm at the end of my rope, the magic words are said "DONE" I mutter or at least I attempt to mutter "bathroom." I'm normally light headed, but with my head tilted back for what seemed like eternity, I was woos-ier than normal, yep! I have to climb some steps being as how their rooms of terror are in the basement, thinking "that ought to be fun!" After what was several minutes of emptying my bladder, pressure equalizes. I see the damage, meaning the money it was going to cost me after the insurance pays. I bob and weave to my SUV. I have in my hand a prescription for hydrocodone, yee haw! Hi-ho-hi-ho off to the drug store I go! I did not want to wait so I told them "my wife will pick them up in a few hours." I was feeling no pain AT THE MOMENT. By the time I got my pain pills it felt like 10 tiny people were a jackhammering on each tooth! What a day! Pain eases but the bleeding won't stop. I go to bed and wake up choking, blood all over me and my blanker, lordy, lordy! I go to the Dentist office first thing. Doctor Dentist says "put tea bags on it." I'm thinking "he must have a screw loose!" I thought maybe more stitches, but tea bags, bloody tea bags! So I get my tea bags and they done the trick.
Next visit he checks my gums, The next visit 6 front teeth are pulled and my upper dentures are placed in, no problem with bleeding.
Yep! I should a known better and took better care of my teeth. You know there are a lotta things in life that we should a known better. Oh well! I'LL JUST CREEP ALONG WITH MY CANE UNTIL "THE BIG ONE HITS" AS RED FOX USED TO SAY"