Erma Bombeck meets Karen Walker in this 40 something single mom's crazy life. Armed with Xanaz and sarcasm she tackles midlife, teenagers and all the other stuff that makes us all grab a glass of wine every night.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
A crown for Kim
Yesterday I had my first extensive dental work in thirty years. Oh I go every six months for a cleaning but everything is always fine. On my last visit I had an old filling replaced and afterwards I couldn't chew on that side without pain. Not wanting to return, I decided that on ly being able to chew on one side would be a great weight loss solution so I toughed it out. But then things got serious. When I travel I always eat Hot tamales (the candy). They are my treat for when I travel only. I use them to calm my nerves and they keep me from killing my children. Just a little FYI, if you eat those delicious hot candies on one side of your mouth only they are really HOT! That is when I knew I had to find the courage to recline back in the dentist chair one more time for a solution to this problem. After another visit the dentist decided that I had a cracked tooth and needed a crown. The way they find out if it is cracked or you need a root canal is to torture you with various instruments until the pain in intolerable and then make their decision. I used to brag that I loved going to the dentist but I have since changed my tune. It's not really the pain but the noise the drill makes. I told him that if my car made that noise I would pull over immediately thinking the worst. I really didn't look forward to hearing it for an hour inside my mouth. He turned on the t.v. for me (he is a very high tech dentist you see) but even HGTV didn't calm me. I knew then it was serious. After an hour of drilling and surveying my tooth he said he was done. BUT he went back in and started again. I reminded him of the I am done statement and he said "I can't help it I'm a perfectionist and I have to get it just perfect" I informed he that I was not a perfectionist and since it was my tooth I was quite certain it was just peachy. Now the wait is on to see if it improves or if I need a root canal. I will do whatever I have to do to get my hot tamales back. A mother of teens has so few true pleasures......
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