I was at the dentist yesterday. Not one of my favorite places to go, but necessary nonetheless. Actually, my dentist and everyone who works there is quite wonderful. It's just the whole digging around in my mouth process I'm not too keen on.
And especially, like yesterday, when there are long pauses or they utter, "Oh..." when examining your mouth. I clutch the sides of the dental chair and squeeze. Panicked thoughts start flooding my brain. I'm wondering what kind of horrors they've seen in the dark recesses of my dental cavity. Words like root canal, bridges, and extraction all float through my mind with painful images of a gigantic drill boring into my poor teeth. And these thoughts all occur in the minute and a half prior to hearing the actual issue.
I had a cracked filling. One that was filled just last year. Apparently, I've been grinding my teeth when I sleep. This explains why I've been waking up with a pain in my neck for the last six months on the same side as the cracked filling. My husband never noticed me grinding my teeth while sleeping. He only mentions that I snore, which I think is his imagination.
Well, I had the filling replaced and now have a nifty mouth guard to wear when I sleep. I can't imagine that I would grind my teeth with this thing in. Yes, I know that's the point. Last night I kept waking up wondering what was in my mouth. I slept some, but I'm now up at five in the morning writing this post.
At least I woke up without the pain in my neck. What? Oh, yes, my husband was still there. And he was snoring.
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