No. Of course not - and why would you even try to know. Stupid question.
Still, its a title, I guess.
I don’t need to get this tooth pulled JUST yet, because the pain has decided to back pedal into the manageable with ibupofen again.
My sister said my cousin got liver damage from abusing ibuprofen instead of getting a hip replacement. I should probably get the tooth pulled.
Why do you suppose that it hurt so badly the other night and then receded into manageable territory? What is that about?
OK. Here’s the big thing. This is NOT the only tooth problem in my mouth. I have a big set of problems in my mouth. Probably at least one other tooth should be taken. Its broken but it never hurts. I don’t know if its fixable.
There’s a cavity just under the gumline, sometimes if my gums are receding a bit you can see it. I don’t know how you fix that.
Basically - I’m seeing my future of dentures. Dentures. That is the official callsign of the Geriatric.
I’m not even 50 yet. I could have a partial set of dentures. I want implants but that’s like wanting to own a jet. Its just as likely.
And this is the first really deeply upsetting thing about not having enough money.
Its not that I am not in a constant state of awareness and minor stress about money. But most of the stress is about things I can ignore - like my health. And most of those things are situations that I can see correcting if I get a job with benefits and a couple dollars more an hour.
But the implants are an impossible dream. And they didn’t used to be. They were a plan. I’ve always known my teeth are bad. They are prone to problems and my dentist predicted 10 years ago that I would start having these problems. We discussed how we would take each problem and replace. We did one 10 years ago.
And then my life imploded. And now, this is the one thing about being a woman with money that I really do miss. I don’t want a fancy car. I don’t want new clothes all the time. I don’t want 40 different pairs of shoes. I don’t miss those things that were normal in my life.
I miss the fact that I won’t be able to get implants. And what that means is I will be old. I will be my grandmothers. Teeth in a cup. I’ve always found that disgusting.
Wow. This is a fucking whiny post. I think I will probably have to put it on the whiney blog. sigh.