My pink, squishy tongue has long resided inside my small, by doctor's accounts, mouth. Tongue, gums and teeth are well acquainted so when my tongue slid around my mouth the other night it was instantly aware that something wasn't quite right. With a little more probing I could feel a chunk of my upper molar missing.
Fortunately, I wasn't suffering
from any real tooth-related pain so I didn't panic too much.
Until this afternoon when I went
to see my dentist.
A cracked #14 was confirmed by
x-rays, as was decay in the root. I looked at the x-rays, which meant
nothing to me, as Dr. Gregory explained what needed to happen. There
would be root canal by an Endodontist, followed by a new crown.
Then we talked about money and
the approximate cost for everything that needed to be done.
Ouch, now that hurt.
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