If you have followed my blog for a while, then you are firmly aware of the ongoing battle I’ve had with my teeth. I’ve been able to manage it to a degree for quite sometime. I’ve been eating softer foods, washing my mouth out after I eat, avoiding sugars, and allowing my food to come to room temperature before I eat. Hot and cold cause serious pain. Room temp seems to work ok. But, about a week ago we had our friend Mark over for a movie and nibbles. I made quesadillas. And while having a spirited talk about politics and current events, I took a bight into that simple quesadilla and started crying, spitting out my food and clutching my mouth. Here was a new kind of pain I had not experienced, a kind of pain that I have yet to be able to describe. But, I felt that my teeth had separated when I bit into it. As though I were having dental work without anesthesia.
Since then, I’ve been subjected to broth to eat. And nothing else. I have to say, it really does mess with your energy level, your ability to sleep, and your focus. I feel I’m always hungry.
Phillip and I went hunting for dentists, and I had happened to find one two blocks away who offered a free consultation, and free x-rays (yes, that is a copy of my x-rays). I was so shocked and so grateful. All I could do was offer a Thank You card with a folded paper crane. She explained it to me like this: my teeth are falling out of my jaw. My bone density is so bad that the roots no longer attached to the bone, but are lingering in my gums. And when they move, yes, it is like someone is taking a wrench to your teeth and twisting them. When I eat, my teeth move. But, we came up with a plan.
She referred to me to an oral surgeon in the same building. But before I go see him, I’m to have my mouth fitted with a molding so that the very same day my teeth are extracted, they’ll slide a temporary denture in so that I can at least eat solid foods. Then, when my gums have healed, a permanent set of dentures will be fitted and I’ll be as good as new. The whole process will take about 3 to 4 weeks. I will be able to eat again, and get my energy back, focus, work.
She also reminded me, that I don’t any other options now. If I don’t go ahead and have them yanked, then my quality of life will suffer, my health will suffer. It will not end well. A life lived on liquids alone will not end well. This combined with my other health issues is a disastrous combination. So, she urged me to act now.
So, Phillip and I have agreed: for the time being, screw the tax man. He’s been handed quite a bit of money for now. And if it still isn’t enough, and they still send me to jail, well then, at least I’ll be able to eat the food they serve me. My health comes first.
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