I’ve been clock watching for the past week or so, that and chewing on the right hand side of my mouth, and carefully at that. But an hour in the reclining chair with two people in my mouth yesterday and the tooth now has a very different demeanor.
The temporary fix of a week ago did very well, discomfort was negligable, now I fell like my jaw’s been run over by Holly on her scooter but as least the work now done is of a more permanent nature. My dentist is very good and telling you what’s going on whch I like, even though his measurements are all metric, “We’re down 21mm inside the back root and about 18mm at the front, let’s see if I can widen it and get down a little more…”. Thank Jimmy he knows what he’s doing.
I liked when he put pins into the roots to take an X-ray top see if the excavation’s were alright, it’s all so slick and practical, engineering with my jaw in the middle of it.
At the start, the second injection made me jump out of the chair, to which he said “Ah, where did that sensation go?” My reply that it ran round all my lower left teeth wearing electrified crampons was good news apparently, right on the nerve. Aye, I got cramps in my face that made my eye twitch and I sweated like like a man tied to a post in front a firing squad, but there was no pain in the tooth area during the procedure, so the needle had indeed hit spot.
Today is okay, lets see what happens over the next couple of days, a recation is to be expected apparently as the body tries to reject the newly stuffed and mounted former proper tooth. Can’t wait ’til next week, I can get on with something, jeez, anything else.
Oh, Metcheck is dangling a carrot or two. Usually a five days ahead forecast is pure fantasy, but what the hell, I’m due a wee break.