So I’m coming out of a fog from the last several days, due mostly to a cocktail of painkillers. Why would I be in a fog of painkillers, you might ask?
Tuesday I woke up to a pain in my jaw. I figured something had gotten caught between my teeth, and irritated the gum, causing swelling. A little flossing, some brushing, and some rinsing, and I managed to dislodge what I figured was causing it, and everyone would be happy.
Not so much. The swelling was back on Wednesday. So some more cleaning, a little Aleve, and it felt right as rain. That’ll take care of it, right? Right up until the Aleve wore off. By Thursday night a blister on my gum said to me “not so much” and “abscess.” So Friday morning I’m hitting the Aleve WAY outside the recommended dosage, and calling around town to see what dentist happened to be open. I managed to get an early afternoon appointment with a new dentist in town, who actually has Friday Hours.
The short story at this point is, yes, I had an abscess, and oh YEAH, that tooth came out with a whole bunch of woobly junk that was identified as the infection itself, and I got the GOOD painkillers for the rest of the weekend. And wow, even with the hole in my mouth and OTC painkillers, I feel a WHOLE lot better than I did last week.
The COOL (and longer) part of the story is that I have found the most awesome dentist ever. She is, to be blunt, one of us. Smartphone using, social networking, Holy Grail quoting, former Ren geek, makes her own corsets AND fairy wings, plus she swore right back at me when I dropped a “motherfucker” during a particularly difficult part of the procedure *grin*. As per my superpower, I got a chunk of her life story, and quite frankly, she’s not only a fantastic dentist, but a very cool person who busted her ASS to get where she is.
All that and she managed to yank out a molar on short notice on Friday, with a great attitude to the point where I actually had FUN during the extraction.
I have a new dentist. And I can’t wait for my next appointment. Ain’t that wild?
 Why dentists in Pittsboro close Fridays is beyond me.
 She’s actually buying out a dentist who’s retiring, and I hope the bank approves it ASAP.
 The one where I get anyone’s life story within minutes – nay seconds – of meeting them.