A big session at the dentist. Big as 4 usual ones tied together.
I delayed the visit at the dentist for years. Actually the covid cut me short in my tracks to repair the first damaged tooth, a molar crumbling by a old repaired cavity starting again. Then more cavities added progressively, a lot of pain when each went worse, deep infections too. But I kept going, manhandling that like an idiot. Now, it's catastrophic, 9 teeth involved, ranging from the tiny discreet cavity ( just one like that) to the teeth totally destroyed with the bone severely excavated. Maybe it should be wise to do something...
But the dentist was classified as the least favorite thing to do for quite a long time. Until recently, when a relatively new decayed tooth pushed an infection deep into the bone, messing up the maxillary nerve and sending some nasty stuff inside the body's main stream, fever, heart pumping hard with no reason, short flu-like symptoms... It isn't a legend to scare the kinds, it can happen, I tell you.
So I switched the dentist's classification from evil (mostly unjustified I recon) to savior !
First, some antibiotic began to clean the mess (not finished yet, I'll have an other shot). Then, the hard work. Four teeth drilled and devitalized. Well, 3 of them were already completely dead, so that went almost smoothly. One was still alive and that was less fun. The bad part was the extraction of two molars, or rather what was left of them. Anesthesia yes, still painful. But I was not done yet. Under these two molars was a clump of cyst, infected of course. The dentist had to dig out all the nasty stuff to the genuine bone. That was really bad. I can't imagine what it would be with no anesthesia.
Now it's repair time before rebuild. Tough, an other molar has to go out, next time maybe. Not too happy about it, but it has to be done.
Odds are it's out in the brush somewhere, I fear.
