WebKittyn Warbles
Friday, November 18, 2005
I Want Turkey!
Damn that Gypsy curse, it always hits me at the wrong time.
That To Do list isn't going to get done. Why? Because the evil Gods of oral surgery don't like me. What the fuck. It's Thanksgiving, give me a break. No, no breaks for the wicked.
I have a tooth situation I've successfully managed to put off for quite some time. I won't re-hash old history but I had a past experience with a dentist that could have made me a rich kittyn if I had gone after a malpractise suit and it left me a bit wary of dentists.
(dullness inside) There has been one dentist/oral surgeon I trust. My family has made him a rich man with all the extractions my parents have had. He's a great dentist and an anesthesiologist. This is important. Novacain does not work on me, last time I tried it it took six shots to work and six needles in the gums was worse than the actual pull.
I need to be out. I need to have that needle stuck into my arm causing me to drift off, totally unaware. I did this when I had all the wisdom teeth taken out in one shot, it was as pleasant an experience as teeth pulling can be and being the stoner, I thoroughly enjoyed those few hours after when I was out of it. The pain came later as I can't take vicodin (gives me an evil headache) but overall it was good juju. Stick a needle in me and knock my ass out.
I have three teeth on top in the back that are bad. Not bad enough that my cowardly ass was motivated to take care of it but bad enough to be a haunting demon in the back of my mind.
I have two options. They would all need crowns and crowns around here are a thousand bucks a pop. Sedation is a pricey thing as well so if I went with crowns it would be about 4 grand for 3 back teeth. That's a whole lotta lettuce.
Option two is just to yank them. About a grand to yank. Then I would get a permanent bridge so I could chew like a normal person (I haven't chewed with the left side of my mouth in close to a year, I miss chewing). This way runs me about 1-2 grand less than the crowns, making use of two implants.
Option 2 was winning out. Fear is a powerful thing though and rather than grab the bull by the bicuspids and get it done, I've conveniently managed to put it off.
Last night a big piece of tooth 3 came out. Hello, what the fuck are you in my mouth? It's actually not tooth. It's the damndest sort of filling, this guy that butchered me was a real quack. Instead of the filling being in the center of the tooth, it's like he went through the side of the tooth. The filling shifted and a chunk came out. I can feel the rest of it right about to go too.
I'm supposed to head up to my parents with gotard Monday and stay two weeks. When I'm up there I don't have my car and it's 90 miles from here. Gotard is in a new store and while he's offered to come up on call if needed, that's a huge imposition on his new schedule. They still haven't done any work on his car so he's still in mine. So if I go up there and he goes home Friday morning to go right to work on Black Friday and the tooth decides to collapse right after he leaves, I'm stuck. My parents live in the sticks, there are no dentists up there that do anesthesia. So of course the tooth comes apart last night, timing is everything they say.
At this point last night I was nervous but not freaked. I figured I could just call Dr. Kaye and go in and get the 3 bastards yanked and get upstate. I call and ......... the number has been disconnected. Dr. Kaye is gone. No word, nowhere to be found. Ok, now came the panic.
First I cried and then I panicked. Got my dumb ass so worked up I was puking. Here I am during Thanksgiving week trying to find an oral surgeon with an anesthesiologist that I get a good feel off of and would trust enough to stick an IV in my arm (the thing they make you sign saying you understand the risks of anesthesia is sobering) and pull 3 teeth. All by Monday so I can go upstate and gum turkey.
Made a few phone calls to people I trust, 1800Dentist and some web checking and I found one that I did get a good feel off of. It's a local practise, they're well established and familiar by name. The website is extensive and they have their own anesthesiologist. 10:30 PM last night I'm calling them and leaving two hysterical messages on the a answering machine. They have a 24 hour emergency number but I didn't think it qualified.
Rough night. Didn't sleep much. Dreamed I was this big toothless thing that stood outside on Main St. and grinned at small children walking by to scare them.
Called them this morning when I woke up, spoke to one of the dentists and set up an appointment for 9 tomorrow. This is a consult and x-rays, the anesthesiologist will not be there tomorrow and of course they want to check before doing anything. Works for me, I like the opportunity to sit down and look someone in the eye and discuss all options before I go under sedation and shell out that much cash up front.
They can either do the pull this Monday or next Tuesday. Both suck. This Monday means actually having to chew carefully on Thanksgiving rather than glom down all the turkey goodness like a Viking. The pro to the con is it would let me spend my 2 weeks upstate without worrying too much.
They can do the pull next Tuesday. If they can't do it this Monday it has to be next Tuesday. If they think the broken bugger can last a week. This sucks because it means cutting my visit a week short (I haven't seen my folks since February). It also means Gotard gets to get up at 6:30 AM the day after turkey day to be in his store by 9 and then come back up Sunday after work to go back down Monday and to the dentist Tuesday. The pro to this one is a week upstate without pain and holes in my mouth.
And none of it is my call to make. I won't know anything until tomorrow, this is killing me. Instead of doing the best of show, the cleaning, the list ... I'm sitting here dwelling and obsessing. Cursing my stupidity for not getting it done before and stressing more. I tried on 5 different outfits to wear tomorrow out of nervous energy. I have so much I should be doing and I'm doing none of it.
I'm not whining, I'm cursing the irony and the Gypsy and my stupid ass self. I have a right to be scared but I know I'm obsessing but I can't seem to turn it off. I just want to curl up and sleep but I know I'll have that toothless Jerry Springer reject dream again.
Jesus fucking Christ on melba toast, it's THANKSGIVING WEEK. This shit is not supposed to happen now. My grand scheme of skilled procrastination was supposed to be enduring.
I'm stressed. I'm scared. I'm annoyed at myself. I add to it by looking at the list of things not getting done.
I think I'm going to try sleep. Dreams or not, system needs a shutdown for a bit.
If my head explodes at least I won't have to worry about teeth.
Gobble gobble.
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