Well, that escalated quickly.

To put it bluntly, my teeth suck. I got my first fillings at age seven and now sport twelve crowns, several fillings, and have had three root canals. I have probably had $20,000 worth of dental work over the years. My teeth have been holding their own for a while or, at least they were until I went to the dentist last week.

Last Tuesday, I went to the dentist for my six month cleaning. I was expecting to be told one of my lower crowns needed to be replaced; the dentist has been keeping an eye on one for a while. However, that is not what happened. While the hygienist was cleaning my teeth with those wonderful little pointy hooks, one of my crowns came off – and it was not the one the dentist was worried about. After cleaning up the nub of tooth under the crown, the dentist determined that it has a “poor prognosis.” In other words, that little nub of tooth will no longer support a crown and needs to be removed. This left me with two options: a bridge or an implant. A bridge would entail crowning the two teeth to either side of the bad tooth while an implant would replace it. I elected to move forward with the implant. The teeth to either side of the bad one are currently healthy and I don’t want to have them crowned unnecessarily.

The dentist referred me to a periodontist and even called and scheduled my consultation appointment for May 4th. However, the periodontist called later with a cancellation so I actually got in the next day. While the periodontist was looking at my x-rays he said, “I guess the dentist told you that you need a root canal on this other tooth.” No. No, she did not. After a call to my dentist, the periodontist’s office called the endodontist and I have an appointment with her on May 22nd.

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The periodontist will remove the remains of my tooth and insert the implant the same day. However, it will require four to five months of healing before a new crown can be placed on the implant. Since the tooth being replaced is a front tooth, I will receive an Essix clear retainer that will contain a “tooth” to hide the fact that mine is missing. The day after my consultation with the periodontist I had to go back to his office for a scan that will be used to create my retainer. Once that was done, my procedure was scheduled for 9am on May 21st.

Of course, this means I have an periodontist appointment on May 21st and an endodontist appointment on May 22nd. I’ll be making a call to the endodontist this week to find out if my appointment on the 22nd is for a consultation or the actual root canal. If it’s the latter, that appointment will get rescheduled. There is no way I’m have two dental procedures back-to-back.

So, yeah. I went in for a cleaning and wound up needing an implant and a root canal. Good times. What’s new with you?

Friday Funnies

Earlier in the week, I decided to quit putting off cleaning our lofted popcorn ceiling. This is not a task I enjoy. (I’m not sure I enjoy any cleaning-related tasks.) Our ceiling is 20 feet high and best accessed from the loft outside our master bedroom. The problem comes in when trying to reach the ceiling farthest from the loft; even with the handle extended as far as it will go, the duster will barely reach. But, if I was going to do this, I was going to do everything.

When I was attempting to dust the stained glass windows, the duster got caught on a hook… and came off. There it hung, in all its fuzzy blue glory, mocking me, and refusing to let go no matter how much I poked and prodded it. I decided I would just leave it there as a cautionary tale about cleaning. However, once I calmed down a bit, I decided to enlist Kenn’s help. He, of course, was able to get it down with no trouble.🤦‍♀️

I have now ordered another duster with a 24 foot handle so I can actually stand on the floor to clean that end of the ceiling rather than tempting fate working from the loft. Where are Cinderella’s helpful woodland creatures when you need them?

Friday Funnies

Guess who? Yep, it’s Bear! A couple of days ago while I was getting ready for work, he kept running up to me and yelling. Of course, like any good cat owner (or cat owned) I kept asking “What? What’s wrong?” When his meows didn’t get through to me he decided it was necessary to put his words into action. I exited the walk-in closet to find Bear on the highest point in the master bedroom – on top of the jewelry box on top of the dresser – with his nose pointing at the bug on the ceiling. To his great dismay, I made him get down without getting the bug for him. He somehow managed to deal with his heartbreak – mainly by stalking the bug from the floor as it journeyed across the ceiling.

On another note, you also get to see the mess on top of my dresser. I repeatedly clean the dresser and tell myself that I’m not going to cover it with stuff again and yet I always do. Oh, well…