
(no, that’s not my real tooth in the picture, just my temporary crown that fell off a few weeks ago)
So long tooth #30. You served me well for many years. Until the early 90’s, when you turned on me. The 17 years since we have had a love/hate relationship.
I remember well the first filling…..when I jumped out of the chair as the dentist strated drilling. He asked, “Does that hurt?” Um, yes….yes that hurts, A LOT! Several more shots of local anasthetic later you agreed to be drilled to a pulp. Then you almost died. Fortunately, the dentist was able to save you and you did your job as you should for about 6-7 more years.
Then, right after Riley was born, you started acting up. Hurt a bit when I chewed. The new dentist opened you up and was not pleased with what she found. Something about root damage? Pulp? I was still in that new-baby sleep-deprived state so it’s all a bit fuzzy. What I do remember is having a root canal when sweet Riley was just five weeks old. Maybe that was a blessing…..after childbirth, a root canal was almost a walk in the park.
Fast forward eight years. You started hurting, again. How does that happen? There’s nothing left of you! Dentist #3 adjusted your crown, again and again. The last time he re-worked you he mumbled something about a fracture and an implant. When I asked for more info he shook his head and said, “We really don’t want to talk about it.”
Shoot. You still caused me pain. I gave you a break. Almost one full year of not chewing on you. But still, you insisted that I pay attention to you. I went to the endodontist to have you opened back up. Root canal #2 was a breeze thanks to the wonders of nitrous oxide. I woke up with you packed with meds, was told to wait a few weeks to see if that helped, then come back.
It didn’t work. So today, you are being relieved of your duties. In a few short hours I will succumb to a sedative-hypnotic drug and hopefully not remember anything about how you were pulled from my mouth.
So, I say good-bye to you…..really, it should be good riddance. After 17 long years of pain and money, you are being retired. In a few weeks you will be replaced with a shiny new titanium post. Can’t wait to meet my new #30. Maybe this time we’ll get along better.