Friday, January 06, 2012

The Dental Gods shine upon us

For the first time, in what seems like ever, Son had a good, no, make that fantastic, dental checkup. No broken molars, no abscesses, no trips to the U of MN at 10 PM due to a high fever. Just no cavities, three wiggly, soon to be departed baby teeth (to join the one front tooth that lost last week), and an appointment to seal his six year molars. Bliss, I tell you.

We go back in for LMT next week. I know that I will be brought down to earth with a bit more than a simple thud. We know that she has a cavity, one that the previous dentist didn't think too much of. The same guy that screwed up my mouth and was such a tentative guy that I wanted to slug him. Fortunately, he was too (insert adverb) to continue to work on Son and LMT after Son's howling first appointment (you know, the one where Son was sent home from school with pain in his tooth, and Husband let them work on him WITHOUT any Novocaine because they thought that would hurt Son more and just managed to traumatize him) and gave us a referral to a specialized kids dentist, whom I sincerely love. Howling kid? No problem. Little freaked out by the sucky thing? Let's turn it into a game. After wimpy dentist gave us the referral, the hygienist took me aside and told me that of the two, there was really only one place to go. I'm grateful for her input, because I really like this practice.

Me, on the other hand, I need to find someone very soon. I'm the worst example to my kids; I was never afraid as a kid, but it seems that my pain tolerance has actually decreased as I've gotten older. Maybe it's the whole unexpected nature of the pain when you're getting you mouth worked on. For example, contractions, other medical procedures are actually pretty predictable. The contraction will do this for so long. It will be over. The needle for the blood draw is coming now. It will hurt here, but no surprises. When someone is poking around in your mouth, and you're stuck in a completely uncomfortable position, blinding light in your eyes, and they have an oops slip-it catches you off guard, and there is no guarantee that it won't happen again. Oh, and the last "fix" I had made my pain worse, and has stayed that way for over a year.

Yes, I'm whiny.

Well, for today I'll be happy with Son's clean bill of health and ignore the certainty of orthodontic bills that the dentist referenced as we were talking about the departure of the remainder of his baby teeth. Please let FSAs be around when we get there.....

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