By Mary Anna Violi | @Mary Anna Violi
Well, it has been quite a week thus far, and this is only Thursday.
Monday evening we did errands after I finished work. A tooth felt a bit sensitive over the weekend, but I had a dental cleaning appointment scheduled for Tuesday at 2:00 p.m. so I wasn’t worried. However, as we shopped Monday evening, my jaw and ear began aching and the right side of my face felt unusually warm. When we got home and I looked in the mirror, I about passed out: the lower right side of my face was swollen and raging red, and painful. I took two Alieve, went to bed, and attempted to sleep to no avail. Finally, around 5:00 a.m., I placed a bag of frozen pearl onions in a ziplock back and fell asleep with them between my swollen face and pillow. I dreamt of boeuf bourguignon.
On Tuesday morning I called my dentist, but she was booked, so I had to wait until 2:00 p.m. for my appointment. I went to work, but I was a mess. Anjelica came to the campus and drove me to the dentist, for she was scared about the grotesque swelling [at this point, I resembled a gargoyle]. An x-ray showed that the tooth under a crown had fractured and become abscessed. At least this explained the mind-boggling pain. Immediately, the dentist put me on an antibiotic for the swelling and infection, and a prescription painkiller to lessen the throbbing.
Leaving my dentist, who is in a nearby town, we went to CVS in our hometown to pick up my prescriptions. The medications would not be ready for another 10 minutes, we were told. At this point I was ready to pass out from pain. Upon returning to the pharmacy, I was informed that the painkiller could not be filled because my dentist has phoned in the prescription. A new law, at least in this wayward state, had recently gone into effect that demanded a handwritten prescription be submitted. Back to the dentist, who apologized profusely for having forgotten this recently implemented law. Upon our return to the pharmacy, where I produced the handwritten prescription from my dentist, I was told that the pharmacy was out of that particular narcotic until Friday. The woman sharing this information apologized as I glared at her. Nearing the end of my tether, my dentist urged me to try another CVS pharmacy. We drove to a nearby affluent town where I felt certain that pharmacy would have the medication. It did. I slept better that night, but again Julia Child’s classic boeuf bourguignon permeated my nocturnal castles in the air.
While some swelling still remains, it should be calmed enough so that I do not look distorted in next week’s family Christmas photos. While I must return to the dentist after Christmas, where I am sure more tooth and crown fun and games await me, at least I am no longer delirious from searing pain. One crowned tooth and so much agony is beyond me, yet soon will be behind me as I continue to brush and floss regularly, albeit carefully around the afflicated area.
Ciao for now.