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The Domino Effect

It would seem that the chain of events of the last year have taken it's toll on all aspects of my health. Sunday morning I bit into a carob chip cookie I had baked the night before, and no they were very soft, and ended up crunching on half of one of my lower right molars.

An emergency page to the dentist revealed what I had already suspected, the heavy duty antibiotics, anesthesia, pain killers and other poison that my body has had to contend with have aided in weakening my teeth.

This particular molar already had a very large silver filling in it which I am very happy to be parting with considering the information I have been reading about Mercury in those fillings being extremely bad for you.

I had asked Mr. Monkey to take the day off on Monday and go with me to the dentist's office to take care of the children and also because I didn't know what I was in for or if I would be able to drive home. So, he did. Even though he has entirely too much work to do to be taking time off. He is a good monkey.

The dentist took an x-ray and determined that I did a wonderful job of destroying the poor tooth and decided that there was going to be about two hours of work involved including crowning it. Lovely. Then he informs me that he doesn't have that kind of time that day and that I will need to make another appointment. I explained to him about the whole having hubby take off and no babysitter and foolishly thinking he was going to actually fix the tooth then and there and he apologized and said basically that I was out of luck.

So then I find out that the only time I can possibly come in while hubby is off work is on a Tuesday night. This was on a Monday. They couldn't get me in the next evening. They can get me in a week from then though.

So now I have not only mastered the arts of chewing up nasty bitter pills without even bothering to chase them, swallowing plastic tubes as they are shoved down my nose, but I can eat with broken teeth. I am so fucking talented I am my own freak show.

Posted by gwendolyn on April 02, 2003 at 02:41 PM