This time, it's fallout from a wisdom tooth extraction done two years ago. An impacted wisdom tooth (tooth #1 in dental talk), at the ripe old age of 61 started to rot, like my body was attacking it. The dental assistant said she had never seen anything quite like it.
It was not an easy time, both before and after that extraction. I will spare you the details. You're welcome.
(In case you are wondering: No, I never got them out as soon as they started to erupt, like people usually do nowadays. In my childhood they didn't believe in taking them out when you were in your late teens- at least, my dentist didn't.)
Now, that #1 wisdom tooth, long gone, has become the gift that keeps on giving. The tooth (what dentists call "tooth #2) next to the late wisdom tooth had developed a cavity before the wisdom tooth was pulled - blocked in a way that it couldn't be treated. After the wisdom tooth was pulled, they were able to treat the cavity, but the damage was done.
So, about two weeks ago, the area became infected, and the infection had to be treated before anything else happened. Now, it appears, the reason behind the infection was a chip from that two years old wisdom tooth extraction.
So yesterday, I was back in the dental chair again, getting drilled, scaled and worked over in an effort to get that wisdom tooth chip out.
It reminded me of this Weird Al song, a parody of a U2 song called "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" . Although, come to think of it, I was never flossed.
And I may not be done with this, either.
Many people fear dental work. I don't- not yet, anyway.
So, dental work - does it scare you? Or do you treat it as a part of life?