Usually I don’t have a problem with going to the dentist, but I must admit that I was probably a little more nervous than usual last week when I had my teeth cleaned. I wasn’t worried because I hadn’t had my teeth cleaned for over two years, I was anxious because of the sensitive teeth that had driven me to seek out dental care in the first place.
The dental hygienist was nice enough, but unfortunately she was extremely rough when it came to the cleaning. She poked and scraped until my gums bled and when she rinsed out my mouth the cold water tormented the molars that were already sensitive. She was so aggressive that all of my teeth hurt for three days after the cleaning and I couldn’t bite down without wincing.
Then last night after I finished brushing and flossing (I have managed to do it for a week straight!) I thought my tongue felt a crack in one of the molars that has been affected by the whole wisdom teeth ordeal. I didn’t see anything when I looked in the mirror so I figured it must just be my imagination.
Fast forward to today at lunch. I was sitting at home having a cold piece of Pizza Hut pizza (it’s best that way because the grease has had time to settle into the crust) chewing away when suddenly I bit something hard. Thinking it was a piece of gristle, I spit it out into my hand. As I was inspecting it I just so happened to run my tongue along my teeth… and discovered there was a big gaping hole where part of one of my molars should have been!
As I looked at the piece in my hand it was obvious that it was not gristle.
To be continued…
Daffycat says:
Owie. That really sucks.
19 November 2008 at 06:00
Cathy says:
I’ve had cracked teeth. They’re no fun. I hate going to the dentist!
19 November 2008 at 09:54
Hev says:
Oh my, I would be going back to the dentist & telling them about the dental hygienist & showing them the tooth. Hopefully, they will fix the problem without much cost.
19 November 2008 at 11:39