~ WHERE, O WHERE, YOU wonder– ye few who are still checking in– is that ever-whinging WebElf? Living in the fun-filled Book of Job, and scratching myself with potsherds, thanks for asking.
Toof Diagnosis
Thus, the first tooth problem is roughly 80% better– but there’s still pain.. and so the good dentist who recently pulled tooth #1 did some more probing, x-ray, and tooth-testing this morning.
Wait for it…. even more dentistry to ensue.
It turns out that if you do an un-asked-for root canal, drop a bit of dental file in it, and then leave the bottom 25% of the root unfixed, that not only are you risking tooth abscess, but neighbouring teeth are in danger, too, via inflamed & rotting nerves.
No, I’m not joking.
It’s Like A Party!
The result? A brand new Root Canal to be excavated on Friday for 2+ hours, on the next tooth in line.. which is indeed infected, and threatening a whole new abscess, despite 3 weeks of strong antibiotics. Oh, and more antibiotics to follow this treatment. Ha ha, whee!
What with my general poor health & abiding slow recoveries, so it goes… thank you so VERY much, O Rapacious Botchmeister Dentist Of Evil who started this slow series of dental implosions in my head 4 years ago.
Thank God for the blessings of modern dentistry, anesthesia & pain-control, decent insurances, and an utterly awesome young lady-dentist who knows her stuff, and just how to make it better. A silver amalgam lining to all these clouds. Lord have mercy on my rotting self.
So What, Elf?
Prayers please, and patience.
I do apologize for that burst of bloggy activity a a month ago (perhaps you were right, Hilary, full ITYS Rights to you), and now nothing. I just don’t have it in me with the pain, anti-biotic hangover, fevers, and general exhaustion to spend a lot of energy blogging. A few essays have percolated in my addled noggin, but not much else.
If anybody is inclined, do feel free to send along Amazon loot to cheer up & occupy your stricken servant.
All prayers and notes of encouragement would also be timely, and very welcome.. I’m seriously worn to a nub by stress, pain, tiredness, infection, and waiting around to get better.
Love Your Elf,
A Swift Sunrise 