Note: This is an older post, so the events and references contained within are from the past, not now, so behave yourselves accordingly. Enjoy.
Dearest Friends, Casual Acquaintances, and Past Lovers Who Pine for Me Endlessly (at least in my imagination):
Some of you are aware that my tormented soul was tormented even further by an unplanned (and unbudgeted) root canal a mere three days ago. (If you are not aware, all you have to do is review my recent missive wherein I whined about such by clicking on the “previous over-sharing” button which should appear at the end of this post.) Of course, if you click on said button, this will be an admission of guilt that you have missed one of my posts, and there may or may not be fallout in our tenuous digital relationship. The blogging world is a fickle planet, and the slightest hint of insurrection can lead to accusations of malfeasance and questionable couture choices.
I have no idea why I typed that last sentence, with its overt drama and lack of provable substance or worth. Oh wait, yes I do. In the elusive previous post which you may or may not have perused, I mentioned that I was given tantalizing drugs to help me recover from the fact that my oral cavity had been violated by a cadre of dental technicians hell-bent on ripping things out of my mouth. (“He’s not bleeding enough. Somebody go find that rusted bone-saw so we can get bonus points!”)
I’m blaming said drugs for what transpired a few hours ago.
Partner and I were firmly ensconced on separate couches in front of the Altar of the Omniscient TV, positions we often assume because our lives are barren and yet we don’t have the fortitude to better ourselves in any way. We were working our way through the copious selections that had piled up in The Sacred DVR when I made a poor decision. In the addictive midst of an episode of “The Dead Files”, I had a sudden, overwhelming desire to consume low-healthy, high-fructose candy that would not benefit my life in any measurable way. Because we are nutritional heathens, there were roughly 700 options within our domicile from which I could choose.
I opted for one of those small, snack-size boxes of “Dots”. For those of you who are unfamiliar, “Dots” are hardened-gelatin globules that essentially resemble those domed gumdrops that one is supposed to destroy in order to succeed in a “Pac-Man” video game, a reference point for those of you who were actually alive when said video game was all the rage. (I fully understand that such an audience is dwindling, but I trust that a few of you will make the connection before we all totter off into infirmity.)
Since the mini-box only had a storage capacity of five or so, I felt confident that I could successfully navigate my way toward a sugar coma. Granted, I could only chew on one side of my mouth, what with the horrid after-effects of the root-canal on the other side still sending out warning signals, but I’d been to this rodeo before and my confidence was high. Surely, I could persevere.
This proved to be yet another lie I whisper to myself in the vain hope of ignoring reality.
I consumed three of the five Dots without a care in the world, smacking and chawing away with the fortitude of one who has eaten things he shouldn’t for decades. I was tender with my mastication, delicate even, exhibiting a lover’s finesse as my taste buds reveled in the glory of pointless sugar triggering happy synapses. On the fourth Dot, developments went awry.
I quickly surmised that there was something a bit recalcitrant in that fourth Dot. Something which did not care to be consumed. Sadly, after a bit of dramatic choking and spitting into my hand, I found myself staring at a crown that had previously been anchored in my gumline. Interestingly, said crown was not the temporary crown that was perched atop the root-canal of three days yore. Of course not, because my life is one continual stream of dumbass choices. My glucose gluttony had resulted in an older, supposedly-permanent crown becoming unmoored on what should have been the safe side of my mouth.
Such fresh hell.
I alerted Partner to the situation, and he (after waiting until the next commercial break so he could pause the DVR in an appropriate place) raced to retrieve a mostly empty tube of tooth cement that he still had on hand after his own bit of dental truculence. After a round of squeezing and squirting (complicated by me having to figure out exactly how the liberated crown was meant to position itself in my naughty mouth), things were back in order. Albeit temporarily, as it was now obvious that I would soon be making a return visit to my dentist, wherein I would have to confess my sins.
For now, I am unable to chew with any admirable degree on either side of my mouth.
There is a single Dot remaining in the snack-size box, a tiny receptacle which I have placed on the kitchen table as a warning sign that I cannot be trusted. Of course, said harbinger is essentially pointless, as I’ve already proven that I might be a bit lacking in the Common-Sense World Cup. Partner is surprised every morning that I managed to make it through the night.
I would imagine that I’ll be having a lot of soup for the next few days until I can get an appointment with the Hitler Dentist. In the interim, I’m sure I’ll fall asleep tonight to the sounds of the Final Dot laughing maniacally in his little box…
Cheers.
As mentioned, previously published. Slight changes made, but this one was already a sound testament concerning the unsound state of my mind, so there was really no reason to mess with it too overtly.
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get better soon.
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I try to do that every day. Sometimes I don’t quite make it… 😉
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Haha…root canals r really the most evilest thing that can happen to a human..n then u don’t want to go through it again..
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I’ve always found it unfair that a simple, comparatively tiny tooth can cause so much misery when there are MUCH bigger components in the body which are content to behave themselves and not be an issue… 😉
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I hate when that happens. Chewing happily, absentmindedly, and then wham, an artificial tooth comes unmoored and ruins the next month. You have my utmost sympathies.
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It’s complete injustice and anarchy, the way our teeth misbehave. Granted, in this particular situation, I was clearly tempting fate. But there was also a time, years ago, when I was merely nibbling on a delicious cheddar biscuit at Red Lobster and one of my NATURAL teeth cracked all the way down through the entire tooth, including the root, and I had to have it completely removed. A soft, doughy biscuit! Life is so unfair.
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That sounds so awful! Yikes. I guess it was totally ready to go if a soft biscuit did it.
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Well, your tale raised more of a grimace than a smile. Not humour-wise, I’ll add, timing-wise. Its just that I had a similar issue a mere three days ago. (I know your post is from a different time but in the spirit of Bonnywood I’ll blithely gloss over any factual small irregularities.) I felt a movement in the Number 10 tooth. My tongue, naturally, could not resist pressing and probing against the fracturing filling, because- well self-control is lacking. Suddenly the loose filling made a break for it. Oh, what a shi- gritty feeling. The tooth now looked like an empty ivory cage; the erstwhile filling had literally filled the whole (hole?) middle of the tooth! Luckily I rang the dentist, and thanks my convincing sob-story and/or a cancellation, had my transparent open-toothed and pained smile dazzlingly returned the next morn. The fixed smile crumbled on getting the bill, naturally.
(Sorry; less a comment than a chapter.)
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I feel your pain, across these salty seas. Adding insult to injury (at least in my case, as we’ve never shared personal dental habits, nor did I expect such) is the fact that I am diligent with my preventive care. I faithfully brush and floss and I have regular cleanings and I proffer up all the right ritual sacrifices. I can go years with nothing but glowing reviews from the dentist in regards to my efforts. Then it will suddenly all go to hell over one tooth, and I end up paying more for the reparation of that one tooth than I used to pay for an entire year’s worth of apartment rent in the 80s. It sucketh, it does.
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Oh bugger, no joy in losing a crown. Royal or otherwise.
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Life is cruel, and you still have to pay your bills. It’s just not fair.
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Could there have been a worse candy to choose than Dots? I think nots.
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I somehow knew you would go there, and you should have. Of all the things I could shove in my mouth, I chose that? Sheesh.
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Damn. I hate being predictable…
😉
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As soon as I started reading this, I immediately yelled, “No! NOT THE DOTS!!” Wishing you and your mouth a speedy recovery:-)
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I know, I know. I was a very bad boy, and I should have just owned my malfeasance. But no, I danced with the devil and then I had the audacity to write an entire blog post about my wretched choice of dancing partners. Perhaps someday I’ll learn to make better decisions, but I seriously doubt it… 😉
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Well, at least your poor decisions are entertaining 😊
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Oh no! A couple of months ago I cracked a crown on a handful of nuts! Somehow my dentist said there wasn’t a warranty…. Safe recovery. Maggie
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If only we could get those warranties in writing. I feel that if I’m doing my part with the brushing and flossing and regular dentist visits, then said dentist should graciously repair any insurrections in my mouth, without charge. After all, I did what you told me to do. (Mostly.) So isn’t it really HIS fault? 😉
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😅😅
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Oh… the dental choices… I’m actually kinda glad I endured pain worse than childbirth to have all my chompers yanked. I own a full set of fake teeth that will not allow Dots to be consumed. I was never really that fond of them anyway. I do miss Abba Zaba though☹
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Honestly, when I was going through a particularly rough patch with my teeth, years ago, and I was handing over huge amounts of money to the dentist, I almost went that same route. (Just rip those damn things out. All of em.) Then things settled down, and I decided against that option. But the truth is that some of us were just destined to not have good teeth, and if the financial angle gets crazy again, I might be revisiting the ripping.
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We should get paid for pain, not pay for it. I wonder why I ever ate hardened-gelatin globules.
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Agreed. Some vindictive processing department in the Karma Corporation decrees that we must suffer, and yet WE have to foot the bill. Not fair.
As for hardened gelatin, I must confess that I still have an attraction to such, despite lessons that I should have learned. Just a bit ago, I was popping spiced gum drops in mouth, ignoring the ramifications of the twin evils of high-fructose syrup and potential dental disarray. I may never learn…
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I hate it when that happens. Chewing happily, in absentia, and delusion, an artificial tooth comes without a twist and then ruins the next month. My sympathy is for you.
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Thanks, Emily. The most annoying part of this whole mess is that I generally take great care of my teeth, always having happy visits to the dentist. But sometimes thing get out of control, no matter how hard you try. Thanks for stopping by Bonnywood!
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I have no idea why I typed that last sentence, with its overt drama and lack of provable substance or worth. Oh wait, yes I do. In the elusive previous post which you may or may not have perused, I mentioned that I was given tantalizing drugs to help me recover from the fact that my oral cavity had been violated by a cadre of dental technicians hell-bent on ripping things out of my mouth. (“He’s not bleeding enough. Somebody go find that rusted bone-saw so we can get bonus points!”)
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I’m actually kinda glad I endured pain worse than childbirth to have all my chompers yanked. I own a full set of fake teeth that will not allow Dots to be consumed. I was never really that fond of them anyway.
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Trust, I considered that option several years ago when everything that could go wrong with my teeth DID, and I was spending a bucketful of money every few months to get back on the right path. But I persevered and now my teeth mostly behave… 😉
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Thanks for sharing your experience!
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Life is so much better when we can laugh about our experiences… 😉
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