Friday, 19 April 2013

2.30

An image from 1300s (A.D.) England depicting a...
An image from 1300s (A.D.) England depicting a dentist extracting a tooth with forceps. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Woohoo! Hurrah! Yippee! Finally - the tooth is out!
The saga started last year when I woke in the night noticing what felt like hard crumbs in my mouth. I headed for the bathroom and realised with horror that one of my molars was crumbling!
I mentioned it to my GP who I happened to be seeing the next day anyway and she blamed menopause, did a test to confirm I was turning into a shrivelled old hag and promptly stuck me on HRT.
So, that would be me, always and forever madmumof7 never madmumof8, 9 or 10 I realised sadly.
The tooth crumbling halted and stupidly I ignored it. I am terrified of dentists, it wasn't bothering me or hurting and eating wasn't a problem.
Of course, it's never as simple as that and a few weeks ago my face started to
 hurt. Two doctors diagnosed sinusitis and I endured weeks of pain and two courses of antibiotics which seemed to clear it briefly before it came back with a vengeance.
My old friend Fibromyalgia Syndrome loves nothing better than a combination of cold weather and illness to play up so I was left in pain, exhausted and at points back to square one unable to walk more than a few steps.
Medieval dentist removing tooth
Medieval dentist removing tooth (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The third time the pain came back I could feel a distinct throbbing in the crumbled tooth which felt displaced - somewhat higher than my other teeth. I googled "abscess" but my symptoms still didn't fit. But I decided it needed to be checked and made a dentist appointment - the earliest they had available-for after the weekend. Unfortunately by Thursday afternoon the pain was beyond kidney infection and childbirth and I started a desperate round of ringing doctors, dentists, NHS 111 and the emergency dental line. No-one could or would help. Finally breaking down in tears with my face ballooning on one side, a dentist in Rickmansworth (half an hour down the M25) from me took pity and offered me a last minute private appointment.
More antibiotics were prescribed and an appointment for a check up planned -then a plan to extract the tooth was agreed on. But just two days later the infection flared up worse than before and I bombed back down the motorway for my fourth lot of antibiotics before the extraction the next day.
I was in pain, face swollen, with pus-filled pustule on my gums resembling some stage make-up artists finest hour. I won't start on the taste in my mouth. Apologies to those reading this before or during eating!
Not saying I was scared but I took up my priest's offer to go with me to the appointment. Luckily she didn't wear her collar - might have been a bit off-putting for other cowards in the waiting room.
And those of you who know me will not think it that odd that whilst dressing that morning I lingered over my choice of undies - so convinced was I that I would have a stroke or heart attack and die I chose nice lingerie so I would look fab for the resuscitation team/undertaker.
English: Priscilla Queen of the Dessert drag q...
English: Priscilla Queen of the Dessert drag queen homage on Fire Island (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I went out for a "last meal of the condemned woman" and even reminded SH and DS#1 and my friends of my wish for a mad funeral where everyone dresses in drag queen gear complete with stacked heels and make-up and dances to Abba.
But of course the whole thing went without a hitch, with very little pain or even discomfort and was over and done with in half an hour. I danced out high on painkillers and adrenalin and sent a text to my eldest son to say he would not have to sort out a lurex bodysuit, wig and false lashes for a while - I was alive!
Apologies to all those who have to listen to me whine about the pain for the last few weeks. And thanks to all who helped out while I was ill. Thanks to Inspire Dental Care in Rickmansworth who gave me an NHS place and restored my faith in dentists. And thanks to Val Wood who inspired the title - even though it took me a while to get it. 2.30. Say it out loud. Ah!

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