My husband has a mouth full of crap, or so I like to say. Obviously not literally, but his teeth are pretty bad in many ways and cause him more problems than not. He blames bad Scottish dentists. I blame his poor dental hygiene, or lack thereof.
He has a few specific things planned for his mouth, such as a bridge and some crowns, but just last week he started having a lot of pain in a new spot. Of course he did! This is why I say his mouth is full of crap. Luckily the dentist office we go to has more than one available to see, so he got in on very short notice. It ends up that he'll need a root canal. This isn't the first, as I'm sure you can imagine. The dentist drilled out the nerves and such and packed it all in until his appointment on the 24th. Unfortunately, Paul has been in a lot of pain since.
No over-the-counter pain medication seems to help and it's a wonder he's been sleeping decently. I told him to just call them back and get in to see that dentist again, if even just to get a prescription for something stronger. They were able to get him in this afternoon and even better than pain meds, they made the pain go away. The funny thing is, the only thing that would work was to NOT pack the tooth up. He now has a hole in the tooth itself. Gross. I don't want to look in there. I've never had a hole in my tooth for any reason so I'm not going to start now nor do I want to look at anyone else's. He even has this gross little metal pick to stick in the hole in case something gets lodged in it. GROSS.
I'm just happy that he isn't in pain anymore. To put it bluntly, I simply wasn't enjoying living with an asshole. He knows he was being a jerk because of the pain, and he admits to it and apologizes for it. All this because he's not good at brushing and flossing. Sheesh. Good thing I have a good benefit plan!
