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Cold Case File: My #10

If you have read my dead tooth saga, I have the  latest but still no memory as to what killed it …

This morning I saw, for the very first time in my life, an endodontist which is basically a nice word for “root canal doctor.”  I’ve always had pretty decent teeth—maybe a cavity here and there. Well this was kind of a fancy visit because they have new fangled imaging equipment that was just installed this month. I was a bit impressed at seeing my sinuses and the infamous dead tooth on the equivalent of a jumbo Tran for teeth x-rays. And then was quickly grossed out at all the images my doctor was flashing before me that were textbook cases of what my tooth was not — infected or full of blood vessels.There was nothing there.

He even did a very painful cold test. Have you had this done? They spray the end of one of the doctor’s utensils with that stuff you use to clean the dust out of your keyboard. You know how cold the can gets while you are spraying? Well picture that cold times ten on your teeth. Talk about torture. But when he did the test to the tooth in question (#10) I felt nothing. The same could not be said for the poor chap next to it (I guess that makes it #9) that had to endure this usually harmless office device. This, along with other strange tests, proved that my dead tooth was truly that— dead. And that I didn’t need any kind of treatment — including no root canal. He said the tooth was what sounded to me like, castrated but I’m sure that’s not what he said. I mean, it isn’t capable of being turned into a eunuch seeing how it’s just a tooth. I think my mind was wandering because I was so damn elated that I didn’t need treatment. But at the same time I worried that this #10 would eventually give me more trouble in the long run.

For now he recommended a veneer and that was it. Any more intrusion like a crown could open my tooth up to infection apparently. I don’t know if you are superstitious, but I wore my luck Harley Davidson ring for good luck. And I made sure to turn it a few times while in the dental chair… 

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.