For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently,
However they have writ the style of gods
And made a pish at chance and sufferance.
– William Shakespeare
Much Ado About Nothing
Scene 5, Act 1
I have a cracked tooth up front that’s been that way for quite a while now. I have some benefits from work, so I sucked it up and went to the dentist. After a few regular checkups they finally decided that something really needed to be done about it.
This led to me having the first stages of a root canal last Friday, after which they stuck on a temporary filling. Naturally an infection ensued, so an anti-biotic and much ibuprofen have been prescribed. It turns out that in the digging and scrapping the dentist went a bit beyond the root – into the upper jaw.
Then, yesterday morning the dentist removed all of that, disinfected the area and stuffed it with a filling material. They then inserted a post and built up a cosmetic tooth on top of that. Not very useful, I’m assured, but it looks just like a tooth so I guess I cannot complain. Except about this massive, constant pain that I am assured will start to abate in a few more days.