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CameraGirl
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Hello everyone...
I'm sorry if my post is a bit long winded. It really helps to be able to express these things to people who understand how I feel and who don't judge me.
I am a 48 year old female who unfortunately inherited bad teeth from my Mother. About 11 years ago I experienced my first awful toothache. I suffered with it for ages until it one day I literally drove right from work into the parking lot of a dentist and begged them to help me. The dentist was not the most compassionate and told me that I had an infection from plague under the gum line and that I needed a deep cleaning. He gave me antibiotics, pain meds and said come back for a cleaning. I never went back. In the years that followed I suffered from occasional toothaches on and off, none that were ever as bad as the one that sent me to the dentist and I prayed I never would again. A few years back the top wisdom tooth that originally caused me such pain became loose. Eventually it became so loose that one day when I bit down on something it came out, root and all. I was completely freaked out and terrified. I would have dreams at least once a week that all of my teeth would fall out and now here it was actually happening. Not long after that I noticed that one of my incisors was getting a bit long looking. It wasn't that the gum was receding, it was in fact longer then my front teeth. Eventually this tooth became loose as well and a well placed Golden Retriever knock to the face removed this one from my mouth as well. Now I actually had a hole in the front of my smile that I could not hide. I was completely embarrassed by it and went from being a very outgoing chatty person to someone who hates to even open her mouth to speak.
Long story short, a few weeks back my upper back tooth (the one next to the space that used to be my wisdom tooth) began causing me pain. As the days went on the pain got worse. It was extremely sensitive to hot and cold. I tried everything. Salt water rinsing, peroxide, ibuprofen, cloves, tea bags you name it. Some days it would start to feel better and then other days it would get worse. The gum above it was sore and slightly swollen. Finally after dealing with it for two weeks and hearing my friends and co-workers say "what if you have an infection? It could go to your brain and kill you!" I became absolutely terrified and drove myself to the closest dental office, went in and told them I am terrified to be here, but my tooth is killing me. They took me in within an hour. I have never been so scared in my entire life. I apologized over and over again about the state of my teeth. I felt ashamed and embarrassed by them. The staff was very nice. They told me that they do not judge and that my mouth wasn't the worse that they had seen. The hygienist was the first to look in my mouth. She said my tooth was loose (which I knew) and that there was an ulcer near it. ULCER? Immediately I became terrified that I had oral cancer. I asked her if it was because of an infection and she said "maybe". MAYBE? or maybe what? Oral Cancer??? So there I laid, spread out and helpless thinking this is it, I have oral cancer. She left the room to go get the doctor to look at my x-rays (she had taken set of panoramic ones and a digital one as well). When she returned with the dentist she said "It has to come out" meaning my back tooth. The dentist looked in my mouth as well and said I had an infection in it and in the bottom tooth as well. I also have the beginnings of periodontal disease. I was not surprised to hear this. I briefly and frighteningly mentioned oral cancer and she said "no, you don't smoke or drink...this isn't a concern with you".
She said I had two teeth that needed to be extracted. She gave me a prescription for Pen VK 500mg and Vicodin. She said to make an appointment for the extractions. I told her I did not have dental or health insurance and would have to wait a few weeks until I was paid. She said that was fine.
I have been on the Pen VK for three days. The tooth is still sore and sensitive to temperatures and my gland under my jaw feels sore occasionally. I don't know if that means the antibiotics aren't working, or if I just haven't given them enough time. I am terrified of going back for the extractions. I know having the teeth out will save me repeated infections in the future and that would be great to not have to worry about that, but the thought of having them pulled sets me into a panic state. I know many of you know how I feel and I appreciate you listening to me ramble. I want to be able to go and have all the work done but I am now just totally freaked by it all. My mind is driving me mad. I keep thinking, what if she was wrong, what if I do have oral cancer? What if I go back and they find something really horribly wrong, worse then what they found already? I am driving myself nuts thinking these things. I think I am more afraid of those thoughts then the actual pain I may experience from the extractions. Crazy huh?
Oh well..thanks for letting me ramble. I am sure I will continue to read all of your posts and try to gain some courage from them. Any wise advise you can pass along to me to help ease my mind would be much appreciated.
I'm sorry if my post is a bit long winded. It really helps to be able to express these things to people who understand how I feel and who don't judge me.
I am a 48 year old female who unfortunately inherited bad teeth from my Mother. About 11 years ago I experienced my first awful toothache. I suffered with it for ages until it one day I literally drove right from work into the parking lot of a dentist and begged them to help me. The dentist was not the most compassionate and told me that I had an infection from plague under the gum line and that I needed a deep cleaning. He gave me antibiotics, pain meds and said come back for a cleaning. I never went back. In the years that followed I suffered from occasional toothaches on and off, none that were ever as bad as the one that sent me to the dentist and I prayed I never would again. A few years back the top wisdom tooth that originally caused me such pain became loose. Eventually it became so loose that one day when I bit down on something it came out, root and all. I was completely freaked out and terrified. I would have dreams at least once a week that all of my teeth would fall out and now here it was actually happening. Not long after that I noticed that one of my incisors was getting a bit long looking. It wasn't that the gum was receding, it was in fact longer then my front teeth. Eventually this tooth became loose as well and a well placed Golden Retriever knock to the face removed this one from my mouth as well. Now I actually had a hole in the front of my smile that I could not hide. I was completely embarrassed by it and went from being a very outgoing chatty person to someone who hates to even open her mouth to speak.
Long story short, a few weeks back my upper back tooth (the one next to the space that used to be my wisdom tooth) began causing me pain. As the days went on the pain got worse. It was extremely sensitive to hot and cold. I tried everything. Salt water rinsing, peroxide, ibuprofen, cloves, tea bags you name it. Some days it would start to feel better and then other days it would get worse. The gum above it was sore and slightly swollen. Finally after dealing with it for two weeks and hearing my friends and co-workers say "what if you have an infection? It could go to your brain and kill you!" I became absolutely terrified and drove myself to the closest dental office, went in and told them I am terrified to be here, but my tooth is killing me. They took me in within an hour. I have never been so scared in my entire life. I apologized over and over again about the state of my teeth. I felt ashamed and embarrassed by them. The staff was very nice. They told me that they do not judge and that my mouth wasn't the worse that they had seen. The hygienist was the first to look in my mouth. She said my tooth was loose (which I knew) and that there was an ulcer near it. ULCER? Immediately I became terrified that I had oral cancer. I asked her if it was because of an infection and she said "maybe". MAYBE? or maybe what? Oral Cancer??? So there I laid, spread out and helpless thinking this is it, I have oral cancer. She left the room to go get the doctor to look at my x-rays (she had taken set of panoramic ones and a digital one as well). When she returned with the dentist she said "It has to come out" meaning my back tooth. The dentist looked in my mouth as well and said I had an infection in it and in the bottom tooth as well. I also have the beginnings of periodontal disease. I was not surprised to hear this. I briefly and frighteningly mentioned oral cancer and she said "no, you don't smoke or drink...this isn't a concern with you".
She said I had two teeth that needed to be extracted. She gave me a prescription for Pen VK 500mg and Vicodin. She said to make an appointment for the extractions. I told her I did not have dental or health insurance and would have to wait a few weeks until I was paid. She said that was fine.
I have been on the Pen VK for three days. The tooth is still sore and sensitive to temperatures and my gland under my jaw feels sore occasionally. I don't know if that means the antibiotics aren't working, or if I just haven't given them enough time. I am terrified of going back for the extractions. I know having the teeth out will save me repeated infections in the future and that would be great to not have to worry about that, but the thought of having them pulled sets me into a panic state. I know many of you know how I feel and I appreciate you listening to me ramble. I want to be able to go and have all the work done but I am now just totally freaked by it all. My mind is driving me mad. I keep thinking, what if she was wrong, what if I do have oral cancer? What if I go back and they find something really horribly wrong, worse then what they found already? I am driving myself nuts thinking these things. I think I am more afraid of those thoughts then the actual pain I may experience from the extractions. Crazy huh?
Oh well..thanks for letting me ramble. I am sure I will continue to read all of your posts and try to gain some courage from them. Any wise advise you can pass along to me to help ease my mind would be much appreciated.