A broken tooth has me surfing on a wave of codeine, hence the flood of postings today. Fortunately, I only used one of the hydrocodone tabs I got in my bike disaster of last spring so I have some way of managing the pain. Doesn’t it figure something like this would happen over a weekend?
The tooth in question a molar (#3, for those of you who know them by numbers), and it’s broken as a result of a massive filling overwhelming the tooth’s structure. I have a few more of those lying in wait for me . . .
By the time I was the age of my oldest child (he’s Almost Nine), I had 22 cavities(!!), as result of utter dental neglect and a diet of sugar, sugar, and sugar, leavened with sugar. I never saw a dentist til I was 8, I think, and the dental technique used then — as learned 20+ years prior — was pretty basic. To this day, I can recall the dentist’s nicotine-stained hands and his abrupt clinical manner.
So there are lots of fillings, in various stages of repair, and I expect I’ll be debating dentures before too long. My young dental patients are doing a lot better than me, and though orthodontia seems likely, the chances they’ll keep their teeth are much better than mine.
Apropos of the “now playing” track, my sister ended up even worse off: too many teeth in too small a space, breaking jaw bones and reconstructing the whole mess . . . .
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