The mysterious tale of the dead tooth…

So I went to the dentist earlier this week. I go to a really unorganized office and have officially decided to find another one after my recent visit. The staff is nice enough. And the dentist friendly with that kind of creepy, smiley way. And it appears he may still have a perm left over from the mid-80s (not totally sure about that because it really could be his natural hair). Anyway…I noticed last week that I had a slight crack in my left, front tooth. You have to get really close to it with a light and a magnifying glass but it’s there. I told him about it and he examined it — I could hear that curved torture device dentists use as he scraped it over the crack.

“That discoloration concerns me,” he says. “Let’s get an X-ray. You may need a root canal.”

ROOT CANAL! I’m of course freaking out and recalling every dream I had of my losing my teeth in some fashion. He told me not to worry and that root canals aren’t as painful as they were in the past… Well coming back with the X-ray he tells me my tooth gave its OWN root canal. At first I was sure he was not in his right mind or just a batty dentist — then he explained. Apparently I did something in the past, like hit my mouth on something or maybe grinding my teeth to cause it injury. In turn the nerve was damaged but over time it filled itself up — doing the job naturally of a root canal.My question is, what happened? I do have a history of teeth grinding but I thought I have since stopped that nonsense. The dentist even said that he didn’t really see huge evidence to indicate I even have been grinding my teeth. However, I think in like fifth grade, this awful mess of a boy punched me in the nose. Maybe he hit that tooth too and I didn’t realize it because I was distracted from the nose bleed. (Sidenote: He did this in response to a week earlier when me and a friend gave his jewels a good kick by the temporary buildings because at recess he grabbed my boobs…)Then there was all that company softball. I’m not that great of a player and not great on the outfield. Did I get hit in the mouth?? I just don’t remember…

I’m somewhat relieved that my tooth performed this healing, but my (former) dentist says that I should still see a specialist and get a crown after I find out if I need treatment. But I don’t think I will go there again though for that crown — no matter how friendly the folks…

So the woman at the desk that was supposed to get my files together — bless her heart because she is in the mid stages of pregnancy and probably not too comfortable — just couldn’t get to me in a timely fashion. I was waiting for 15 minutes before she hummed and hawed her way to telling me she couldn’t get my file done at that time. I gave her my business card to fax me the information I needed. Still haven’t seen that fax.

And the mystery of the dead tooth is still such.

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  1. […] agony, odd, weird, health, writing, humor and blogging If you have read my dead tooth saga, I have the  latest but still no memory as to what killed it […]


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