Procrastination’s Problem
If you know me, you know I have a tendency towards procrastination. You will also know that I have a big thing against needles and other pain inducing instruments. You may not know that I have a distrust of auto mechanics, salespeople, and dentists. Add these up and what does it equal? Me not being to the dentist for more than three years.
The last time I visited a masochist, I mean dentist, I was told that I had a few cavities in the back of my mouth caused by wisdom teeth that didn’t have quite enough room to come in. Armed with this knowledge I went back to TMC, and never did anything about it. My logic was; it didn’t hurt and nothing was really wrong at the time, so why bother with costly, painful, very painful tooth extraction.
Fast forward three years…
This past Tuesday night, I complained to my wife that I had a pain just under my jaw joint. She, in an “I told you so” tone, suggested my wisdom teeth. Not feeling any pain in my tooth, just in my jaw, I dismissed it as simply needing to pop or soreness or something similar. That night it went away, and I thought it was over. Wednesday night it came back, and I had a hard time eating a cupcake because I couldn’t get my mouth open wide enough without pain. This time it didn’t go away. Thursday morning I went to work and about 9am decided to get a cookie because I needed something on my stomach. I did it hurt to open my mouth larger than it takes to talk, biting down caused sever pain. I called my lovely wife and asked her to find me a dentist. I went. He said I basically have a rotted wisdom tooth, and the pain is likely from the rot hitting the root and going in to the jaw. He sent me to the oral surgeon next door, and tomorrow I get four teeth pulled from my skull. He said he could just pull the one that’s causing my problem, but that the other three would eventually give me problems and need to be pulled as well. Getting them all out in one shot meant that 1. there was only one recovery time, 2. that I only had to get wisdom teeth pulled once, 3. that I would have to deal with a pain like this again, but most importantly that, 4. I would be going under for the procedure. That right folks, I’m walking out with four less teeth and all I’ll know is that I have gauze in my mouth and some pain that’s treatable with medication.
The surgery takes place Friday morning at 9:15am and supposedly I’ll be back on my feet and loving life by Saturday night. Pray that this would happen, because Monday is my branch manager’s last day at my office. He’s being moved to another location, and supposedly we’ll have a new one by week’s end but we’ll see about that. Unfortunately, the branch doesn’t have the customer service scores to for me to get the job, so I’m going to end up training a (hopefully existing) branch manager how to run my office, as it is not the normal Enterprise office. Sorry its long, but I felt the need to explain in detail my tooth troubles.
May 11, 2007 at 6:48 am
gettign my teeth pulled equaled the best drugs in the world….it was in the recovery process when I learned why drug addicts were drug addicts…good stuff. real good.
oh, and, ‘Ive heard’ that you should make sure you don’t eat pizza the day after the surgery…and end up with an abscesed infection from rotting pizza in one of the pockets and then have to have emergecny oral surgery 1 week later (and experience THE worst pain of your life)…yeah, make sure you don’t do that…that’s just what I’ve heard.