So one of my molars was chipped, and this was causing some pain, so I went to the dentist. Whee. After 18(!) X-rays (here, let me jam this big piece of plastic in the back of your mouth, m’kay?) and a cleaning (it may pinch a bit as I use this sharp pick against your gums, m’kay?), the dentist came in and told me that I needed, in descending order:

1. Antibiotics for an infection in my chipped tooth.
2. A root canal in said tooth.
3. A crown for said tooth.
4. A trip to the oral surgeon to remove a wisdom tooth that has decided to start moving again and is pushing against my other molar.
5. A couple of other crowns.

The fun begins on 2 December, assuming the wicked strong antibiotics doesn’t kill me in the interim.

Posted on 6 November 2008