Last weekend I began to have a toothache. Hmmm... unexpected. So, I called the dentist on Monday and he was not going to be in the office until Friday. No problem. It's just a little ache. I can wait until Friday. Well by Monday night I felt like my head needed to be shot off, the teeth hurt so badly. I called another dentist for an emergency visit. There is a whole long story around these visits to varied dentists during the week. Bottom line is that the medications I'm taking for my cancer (added to a compromised immune system) have given me problems with my teeth. It appears that I will have to have two pulled! AND that there is the possibility that the wound will not heal or take a very long time to heal. AND that my jaw bone could begin to break down. My oncologist fielded my insanity by telling be that these things are not necessarily so, but it had to be taken care of. (In pain. Knew that.) But he calmed me down. I went to still another dentist and she was wonderful. However, I'm being referred to a surgeon. I have that visit tomorrow afternoon--consultation only at this point. In the meantime, I'm on heavy duty antibiotics and they have sent the pain way down (along with some healing from good friends). My face was swollen and numb from the infection but it's going down, thank goodness.
I was very depressed in the middle of all this. It's .like another nail in the coffin and I was ready to just go. I'm in better spirits now. Well until I find out what happens next anyway.
Keep me in your thoughts! This is not meant to criticize the dental world, but I HATE going to the dentist! I always have!