Change of Plans
"Change of plans...." the only phrase I was able to decipher from my normally softly mumbling dentist after seemingly drilling for oil working on me for nearly twenty minutes.
I daresay he mumbles to his assistant in special dental code on purpose; to avoid questions at the very least, terror-striken panic at the very most. I tried not to become alarmed, but I will admit my heart started to pound... I feared my broken tooth could not be saved.
Yep, I broke a tooth. Last Thursday whilst munching on some very tasty, SOFT french fries. As I savoured those wonderfully sinful treats, I bit down and heard a sickening Un-French-Fry-Like "crunch" in my mouth.
Dammit. I broke a tooth. I spit it out and pondered this unexpected turn of events.
Dammit! I broke my tooth! Gah!!!
It didn't hurt, but I knew enough came away that I needed to take care of it before it started to throb. So yesterday I found myself in The Chair, frozen from eye socket to neck, trying to stay calm while the repair began.
Drill. Drill. Drill. Mumble, mumble, mumble.
Rinse. Switch tools.
Drill. Drill. Drill. Mumble, mumble, mumble.
Rinse. Switch tools again.
Drill. Drill. Drill. Mumble, mumble, mumble.
Rinse. More switching of tools.
This went on until he sat back, stared deep into my mouth with those special magnifying glasses and let out an exasperated sigh.
Oh crap.
"Change of plans."
It's something I didn't want to hear at that point.
"Um, wha???" I tried to find out what exactly was going on, but the damn damn prying my mouth open was blocking any coherance on my part. Or so I thought.
Apparently, he is not only fluent in dental code mumbling, but my dentist is also proficient in understanding patient mumbling through rubber as well.
"Oh, the other side is cracked too. We just have to use a different type of filling and you'll need a crown."
Whew.
I was relieved. For a split second. Until another forty minutes of drilling commenced once more.
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So sorry! I broke a piece of my tooth a month or so ago and was so afraid they'd have to do a root canal. Thankfully they were able to repair it.
Most of the nightmares I have involve losing or breaking teeth. Oh, and having too much bubble gum in my mouth and having trouble pulling it all out. I have weird dreams.
Sorry yours wasn't just a dream though!
Oh I feel so sorry for you, I HATE the dentist, I avoid going there like the plague. I hope it isn't too painful and look on the bright side, if you ask Mr. Dentist nicely, you might get a lollipop :D
I cracked a tooth too, but being poor and w/o dental insurance, the least expensive option was to have it extracted last month.
Perpetual Choc - I thought I was the only one who had "tooth falling out" dreams! They are horrible. I also have the "too much bubble gum/trouble pulling it out" dreams too! What the heck is that I wonder???
But hey Maureen, at least you get a crown. We all knew you were the Queen of Blogdom. ;)
I broke a tooth too but not sure where it went. I mean the broken off part. I know something broke though because I have a very sharp tooth that I hadn't had before. It only hurt a little, actually, it was my tongue that hurt a couple days from bumping into the sharp part. Then it didn't hurt anymore so guess what--I didn't go to the dentist. I am a very big chicken. I just don't want to spend a lot of money for pain. Hope you are okay!
YEE-OUCHIE! So sorry, Not-Yet-Toothless-One.
Dentists make great blog fodder.
So sorry to hear that you broke a tooth but glad it didn't turn out to be as bad as you were starting to worry it would be. And yep, my dentist is AMAZING at understanding speech with an open mouth, too.
Bummer...I broke my tooth once while on a ship in the Bering Sea and it took three weeks before I could get it attended to. By that time my lacerated tongue had smoothed it down completely...
O_O you broke your tooth!? Ouch. And dentist mumbling freaks me out. Ahhhh, scary!
Dentists are evil. I'm glad you survived!
Maureen:
You are so funny, drilling for oil, indeed. But you reminded me that tomorrow is my appointment with my dentist, a lovely 26-year-old hygienist from Egypt. As she scrapes the barnacles from my aging teeth she tells me the latest in her search to find a truly religious husband. And I fight the urge to laugh, and the hour flies by, and every time I visit, she still has had no luck.
It just proves that we all have our problems.
Happy trails.
Oh don't even tell me about dentists! Bad dentists have ruined my teeth over the years. Like doctors, you kind of have to trust what they say at the time. It's only when you get another dentist that you find out that they were wrong!
Ugh! I have a crown and although it's wonderful in comparison to a broken tooth - ugh!
I love my dentist though. He used to have my teenager sit on my stomach as a baby so that she wouldn't be scared of him when she got teeth. He's always giving me life advice and commending me for being a mother, proclaiming me wonderful for that reason alone. It's always nice to be appreciated while you're having your mouth excavated. Plus, he's complimented his own work so much in the 15 years that I've been seeing him that I pretty much believe he's done wonderful work.
I've broken pieces off 2 or 3 of my teeth over the years. I've also got 6 or 7 crowns in my mouth. One dentist told me this was because I have "60s teeth". Either that means dental care wasn't as advanced in the 60s (when I was a kid) as it is now, or else he was just saying that I was old. Either way, he's no longer my dentist!
Heather: Yeah, I do NOT want to wait for it to get worse. That was bad enough...
Perpetual Chocoholic: Ooooh weird nightmare... yikes!
Ha Sam! Well, all he would have is sugarless lollies, so...
Jo-Jo: Ha! I prefer crowns on the head, yes. In the mouth? That's another story. So sorry to hear your only recourse was to get it pulled! Ouch!!!!
I am fine Karen, thank you. You probably swallowed your tooth bit. Which is what I did NOT want to do...
Ha! Reforming Geek! Yes, I am not-yet toothless.
Sharonheg: They must take a course on mumbling linguistics in dental school. It's the only explanation.
OH yikes, VE... that does not sound good. Ick.
Ha! I love your name Dork Vader (as I love SW). Yeah, dentists can be scary. Mine is very nice, really though. It's just the circumstances that is the scary part.
I survived Ashley! (but I DO have to return for that crown...)
Ha Swubird! Hope your visit is less painful than mine was. At least you're not getting two needles in the roof of your mouth (gad, I HATE when they have to stick me there).
Babs: My dentist is actually a great guy. Like I said, I hate going there for the needles. He just happens to be the one giving them....
Ha Jill! I have been seeing this dentist for over 30 years... so he must be good or I wouldn't stick around (ouch! Maureen, don't say "stick!")
Pinklea: I do believe dental work in the 60's sucked. I know the dentist I had as a child was WAY too rough and over-filled my teeth which has led to problems with cracking now.
Hee, SW is the best. I love me some epic scifi :D
Ohhh Maureen, your so brave. I am not a lover of the dentists chair and would rather give birth. I do go for my check-ups, but grip the chair arms as if my life depended on it. I know we need our teeth, but they are a pain in the butt. Hope your mouth is now back to normal.
I hate teeths. They cause nothing but trouble for everybuddy.
Oh the joys od dental work...
My hubby broke his on a fork.
Being incoherent and not being able to swallow your spit are two of the worst things about being at the dentist.
I hate the dentist. That is why I haven't gone in years and I put up with cavities. I know, bad me. But I'd rather have a few cavities than get my mouth tortured. Good thing it was fixable.
Ewww....don't want to even think about it. This has just reminded me that I will soon be having oral surgery, thanks to my inherited (bad teeth)! It just makes me sooo angry. My hubby NEVER brushes his teeth....well, almost never! The man has never had an infected tooth! While I on the other hand have brushed my teeth all my life! I can remember many trips to the dreaded dentists office for yet another filling! I dunno? Maybe I just brushed em to death?? But I can still remember those trips as a child. Scary! And I swear I use to have nightmares of that sound the drill makes. It like goes right through me! Yikes!
Ugh, I hate that kind of thing! I had to get a crown last summer.
Don't forget to put that tooth under your pillow for the Tooth Fairy! Or does she fly to Canada???
OOOOhhh! Poor you! I broke a tooth recently, but it was a little bit and the dentist just filed and filled. Then OH broke his, and showed me the piece, which was about the size of yours. Then when he got into The Chair, the dentist asked him where the rest was. Seemed he must have swallowed an even bigger piece!! Yep, he's having a crown fitted, too!
I finally got the dentist paid off for my husbands teeth. Ended up having four pulled and dentures made for him. It was still expensive even with insurance
Sorry you had to get a crown...bright side, no root canal. Don't you feel just helpless in the dental chair while the drill is whistling and he is mumbling and fumbling in your mouth?! I used to work for a dentist and still hated being IN the chair!
I get the chills just hearing about dental drilling. I hate it. And what worse for a doctor or a dentist to say "change of plans"? Well, I guess at least it wasn't "uh oh!"
I'm so sorry to hear about the broken tooth. Good to hear it wasn't much pain though.
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