Day 194; Footnotes of To Tell the Tooth.. um.. Truth

 I had to interrupt myself this morning or I was going to be late for an appointment where I had been worked in.  I definitely didn’t want to start off badly with a new dentist when a dentist office was not the first place I wanted to be anyway. I shared my reasons for that in my morning pondering;

I had made one call to a place which was recommended, but the office was very hesitant in dealing with me. Since I wasn’t being referred by a regular dentist, first place was an oral surgeon’s office. I got off the phone with them and made a call to one of the other, regular dentist’s office which was suggested. I called at approximately eight-thirty this morning, they had me an appointment before eleven.

 I looked up where the place was located and it seemed easy enough to find, and maps said it was only a fifteen minute drive. Will I ever learn. No, I didn’t wait until I only had fifteen minutes but I still almost waited too late. My lack of knowledge of using anything on my phone other than the phone and face book shows often. I brought up maps, got the directions, but I could not (once again) get the phone to talk to me. I guess it learned that from people who would be wonderful friends one minute and then gone silent the next. Oh well. I drove as far as I knew then began checking the phone and following what it was showing.

The frustrating thing was the the town I was in, I was having a difficult time finding street signs. I missed the road I needed to turn on and waited as the phone redirected me. I won’t lie here. I drove around in circles for a few minutes until I finally hit the right road. I pulled into the drive for the dentist office and parked in the first place I come to. Just to find out later that it was in the staff parking area but oh well.

I called as I had been instructed, to let them know I was there and she told me to come on inside. I went in, I told them who I was, I had my photo taken for their records (which I hope we can change that later as I really don’t want the photo of me looking like a hamster with poked out cheeks as my permanent identifying photo). I then took a seat and waited, but only for a few moments. I was called back and lead to a room.

In the chair, speaking with a very sweet assistant, answering questions and waiting for what I knew was coming, an xray. All the while watching this really fat squirrel on the fence outside the window. Any distraction. I was pleased that the shield she placed across my chest went all the way up the neck. Bless her, she tried so very hard to get that picture without hurting me any more than she had to. She had no problem seeing which tooth was the offending villain of this scene. Thankfully she only needed one picture. That thing she had to get inside my mouth, a mouth that I was having difficulty opening for the xray, was not coming out all the easy. She wasn’t having to pry it out, but I may have still whimpered. 

The dentist came in, handsome, kind fellow who took one look at my face and said, “Yes, that is abscessed.” At that point I was really hoping he meant the tooth. He was very careful, trying really hard not to hurt me any more than I already was. Even though when I went in there the tooth wasn’t hurting, it was by this time. He called in a prescription for an antibiotic and one for pain. Prescription strength ibuprofen. Both pills are huge. But if they work, so be it. After paying via my credit card that thankfully up until now I owed nothing on, the next appointment was set and I headed for the car.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I hadn’t even tried to set directions on the phone. It was probably still mad at me anyway. I started up the road and for what ever reason took a left. It seemed like a nice way to go, even though I really wasn’t sure where I was going. I kept going straight and suddenly found myself on the road I needed to be on to get to the pharmacy. I’ll admit, I was a bit dumbfounded. I was thinking I would be doing more circles around town. I’m glad I didn’t. 

The medicine wasn’t ready yet when I arrived. She told me another ten minutes or so. When she did call me, I was worried over what it was going to cost but thankfully not a lot. 

I came home, prepared something I knew I could eat and then headed up to get the papers the financial person had ready for me. I signed a few things, listened to his explanations of what everything was and watched as he sealed it all up in an envelope to send to the IRS in the hopes of getting my taxes straightened out…again. After getting to the post office and getting it mailed off, I came home.

I hoped that I wouldn’t have to go anywhere else today. I did look up and send a link to my niece about how to remove the skunk smell from their dog. I feel for her because I know first hand just how badly a dog that has been sprayed smells. We once had a dog try to make friends with a skunk, and it didn’t work out too well for him either. 

My son started out our back door at one point this evening, I heard him saying something I couldn’t quite comprehend. I went to the kitchen and asked what he had said. “I caught one.” He had managed to catch one of Itty Bitty’s kittens. To say that it was NOT a happy kitty is an understatement. It lunged out of my son’s hands onto me. I held tightly to this kitten for several reasons. One, so it wouldn’t fall, we were on the top step. Two, so that it wouldn’t bite me. Three so that those dagger claws wouldn’t dig into my skin considering I was wearing a tank top. It was almost humorous, every time we thought it was calming down, it would fire up again. Screaming loudly and struggling to be freed. I did finally get it calmed down and allowing us to pet it very gently. Finally my son took it back down the steps and placed it on the ground. It stood there for a few moments trying to decide what it was supposed to do now. You could see the light bulb go off when it remembered, “Oh yeah, RUN!!”

I walked down to the garden late this afternoon. I came back with a nice bag filled with cucumber, squash, a couple eggplant and a good many tomatoes, regular and cherry. My freezer is well stocked with squash. I guess I need to be cooking more of what I’m harvesting now. Enjoy the fruits and vegetables of my labors while fresh.

Which will be easier once this tooth is extracted. They mentioned implant to replace the tooth. I know that isn’t cheap so I don’t know exactly what I’m going to be able to do there, we’ll see when the time comes. Of course, when they really get a look at the shape of my teeth and what the radiation treatments did, I may need to mortgage my house or find that cardboard sign.

 But for now, I’m going to sit here and listen to the sounds of the crickets and the owl calling in the distance, coming in my open windows. The slight breeze that drifts in helping to cool the room is nice. All the while acknowledging that I allowed myself to get in this condition. By avoiding dentist due to past incidents and fears, I ended up with my mouth in a mess. I’m glad though, that I didn’t allow the thoughts and guilt I held from past mistakes to prevent me from returning to church and getting my life back on track. I’m glad that I looked to God and His love, and didn’t let fears of what others would say or think prevent my return. To know, that it isn’t important what others think about me, what is important, is my relationship with God. He loves me in spite of me and that, is the truth.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to Day 194; Footnotes of To Tell the Tooth.. um.. Truth

  1. Silk Cords says:

    With all the bad dental experiences, I’d say you were past due for something more positive. 🙂

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