November 5th, 2001




I wrote, too early, the bit about everything being fixed on Thursday. In fact, my teeth and night guard did fine on Thursday night because I'd dosed myself on Motrin before going to sleep, and the two pill dose lasted me pretty well into the morning. And the rest of the day I was careful with stuff.

Friday night, however, I had some stress from work, from Jet being crabby and from a lot of other things and, as is my unconscious wont, I ground my teeth at night. At 2 am I woke up with my entire left side of my jaw in agony. The filled teeth, their neighboring teeth were all throbbing and trying to burn their way out of my jaw. My jaw was totally locked up, and Jet needed feeding.

So I fed Jet, got him back asleep into his bed, and then went and cried on John. Saturday morning, I paged the dentists, they tried to argue me into waiting until Monday, and then Chris decided to come in and try again with the adjustment. This time he actually used contact paper, and tried some stuff on the inside of the guard to see where there as actual contact instead of just asking me how it felt.

I feel stupid, now. I feel like I should have known, when I was still numbed up, that 'How does this feel?' is an utterly asinine question, and that that alone should have proved their incompetency, but then I went for the second adjustment and went with a 'how does this feel?' AGAIN with the tooth guard, and only when I was in agony was I able to get the self-confidence? assertiveness? to ask for it to be done right. And it still wasn't done right, or something, as my teeth are still aching today.

The problem is, in part, that my brain tells me, "Well you *said* that it felt okay, so it's your fault, isn't it?" And that always makes me just want to cry.

And there's a really nasty part of my brain going, "He *knew* that one of those filling was deep, and that if the nerve stayed inflamed after the filling that I'd have to have a root canal done and he deliberately didn't do the bite adjustment and the guard adjustment correctly so that he'd *GET* a root canal patient in a week."

Never attribute to evil what can be attributed to simple, blind, frustrating, agonizing stupidity.

Then again. I'm never going back to them. I'm going to a different dentist this afternoon to see what's up, if the guard can be fixed, if the nerve ringing might go away. If I need a root canal, I'm going with him, not the Macri Family Dentists, and they aren't going to get another dollar from me, ever again. I don't have to pay someone that's stupid to work on me.

In many ways, the things that eyelessgame and silkiemom are going through at the moment really resonate. But at least I can go somewhere and get it fixed.

It also helps that the new dentist takes Aetna direct, the Macri place made us pay first, and they'd bill the insurance, but the payments would then be mailed from the insurance folks to us.


The thing that helped me through the weekend was watching the World Series. I so agree with both kirbyk and ogier30. I am so glad the Diamondbacks won, and that they won in the way they did. In the last inning, from behind. Against the best post-season relief guy, the guy that could never be hit. I was very glad that Randy pitched relief (a starter willing to do anything to help the team out) and got the win instead of the big mouthed though also big-hearted Schilling.

That was way cool.

Good News

So Jet had his checkup today, and he's a happy and healthy 19 lbs and 4 ozs, which is only in the 30th percentile, so despite all the people who tell us he's big for 9 months, he's actually a little smaller than normal. Well, all except for his head, which is an 80th percentile in head size. Big brained baby. It often makes baby clothing hard to put on him, especially when we have to get it over his head. He doesn't like some of the outfits, especially the ones I call the 'Born Again' outfits that take a supreme effort to get his head through.


He didn't have to have any shots, so no sore legs to deal with for the rest of the day. We did, however, have to draw some blood from his big toe. The nurse was really good at it, and got plenty in her sample and when we were done, she gave Jet a neon green, one piece jet airplane for his toy. He took to it immediately and tried to eat it and back up from the nurse at the same time. Smart kid. He played with it until he fell asleep while we went home.

My appointment with the more experienced dentist went well. He says that it should feel better in three to four days, and he did have to do some extensive rework of the 'adjustments' by the Macri family guys. He had all the same tools and tricks that Dr. Snyder had, and that reassured me immensely. I know whom I'm going to for my next checkup and if the nerves don't clear up in a week or so I know whom I'm going to go to to get that 'fixed' as well. Yeah... it'll be on the order of pulling a few teeth if things don't calm down.

He did say that it would be a week without a guard, and three or four days with the guard, so he really believes in bite guards. There are cracks, now, throughout my guard, and it may well be time, soon, to get a new one. They're four or five hundred dollars a pop, which makes the cavalier treatment by the local dentists just that much more maddening, but it's well worth the teeth I'd otherwise lose.

So it doesn't look like I'll have to, immediately, get teeth pulled, and I can wait, at least, until after Orycon and the Motrin has a good enough handle on the pain that I'll probably be able to eat what I please while I'm there. I'm glad of that. In fact, though, by this afternoon my teeth feel better than they did this morning. So that's something.
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