I had my first of two dental appointments dealing with my crown. (I’ve been calling the tooth that’s getting the crown my “princess tooth.”) The visit went pretty well, considering I’ve had a cold for about a week, just started breathing through my nose again yesterday afternoon, and started coughing last night. Sigh.
The good news is that the nerves seem to be working, and it doesn’t look as if I’ll need a root canal right now.
My mouth hurts, but it’s a dull ache. Day before yesterday, the tooth was causing a LOT of pain, and I had to eat nothing but totally soft foods. The dentist said there was yet another crack in the tooth this morning, which is probably what was hurting two days ago. It sounds as if I were on the very brink of losing the tooth, so I’m glad I made the decision to go with the private dentist instead of waiting around for the dental school to get to me.
Every time I try to drink out of my water bottle, I dribble cold water down my cleavage. I need to venture to the kitchen in search of a straw. I’m getting hungry too, and I think I can manage some mashed potatoes now. I am longing for the day I can eat regular food without ouch!
Tomorrow I start a 3 night/4 day house/dog/cat sitting gig for some friends. I plan to take at least one long, hot bath; watch a lot of cable TV; and write more.