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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

33 mph

A few days ago, while at a minor league game, my son tried out the Speed Pitch. Granted, he is only eight years old and it would be expected that the pitch wouldn't be too fast. But for his age and size, it is cool to watch him pitch to the picture of the catcher's mitt.

During his pitches, you can hear some of the older kids talk about him. At the end of his pitches, as my son was holding his elbow, you can overhear one of the kids say "tendinitis man."





Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Stump That Is My Tooth

Earlier this month, I blogged about a root canal that was done on my central incisor (left front tooth).

Last Monday, my dentist completed the root canal and placed a temporary crown--my permanent crown arrives the day after Labor Day.

The procedure was a bit more painful than the first root canal. Actually, the administration of the local anesthesia was what hurt. All else was painless. Of course, there was tugging and then chipping.

What I feared was happening before me--the tooth known as #9 was going to be chipped to a stump. This was my tooth--the tooth that I grew up look at in the mirror since I was seven or eight years old. It was the tooth that was a part of braces. It made my smile attract my wife--among other things. Needlesstosay, it was devastating watching chips flying off my mouth.

As the dentist stopped chipping my tooth and told me to relax for a while, I set my tongue to explore the landscape. Then I felt it. My tooth. A stump, really. I could feel the other incisor starting to bully the poor little thing.

I then began to think about how my mouth would look if I would lose my crown. What if I break my crown and have to live with my stump because I can't afford another crown. All these things were running rapid.

My dentist returned and fit my temporary crown. When she asked me to close my mouth and grind, I could feel my front teeth. The stump had its crown and it felt like a tooth.

I was given a mirror and before me was a smile with what appeared to be a complete set of teeth. Amazing. Not even my eight year old could tell which tooth was the crown.

I do miss my tooth and wish I could have taken better care of it, but I also am impressed with dentistry.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Tooth #9

I had a root canal performed on the central incisor (left front tooth) a few days ago.

During my family summer vacation, I started noticing something wrong with my immune system. Then I felt a sharp pain when drinking cold water. I felt weak and tired. Something was wrong. Could it have been one of the mayan mosquitos? I didn't know.

The discomfort disappeared after a few days, but returned everytime I would drink something hot or cold. I thought perhaps it was allergies.

The nagging discomfort became more apparent. While working out on the circuits or cardio machines, it felt as if my tooth was wanting to come off.

I made an appointment with my dentist. I was hoping it was something simple like allergies, or a cavity or something. No. My tooth was dying.

Supposedly, the front tooth suffered trauma. She asked if I could recall the event, while pointing out that the tooth was losing color. I couldn't pinpoint exactly when or how it happened.

Afterwards, I started to remember my tooth getting hit by my son's head. It bled along the gum line. I remembered tooth sensitivity after the hit, but wasn't too concerned when the sensitivity disappeared.

I returned to my dentist and she performed the root canal, and it was not what I expected. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. Would I lose a tooth? Would there be a lot of drilling? Will gunk spill out of my root?

None of that, really. Well, there was drilling, but not too much and it didn't take long. She did have to scrap the dead nerves with a thin wire. And there was a little gunk I could taste that wasn't blood. She was quick about the root canal, and before I knew it, it was over.

So, I have to return for another two procedures. The next one, which will be longer, is when my tooth gets filed to fit a temporary crown. The last procedure will be when I get my permanent crown.

The great thing is that I can now drink water (hot or cold) without pain--yes, it was that bad.