Oh, Dear!

So BlingDaddy has begun his new chemo drug yesterday.  So far, not too awful. :)  

And I have been having what seems to be horrendous tooth pain since Monday.  I confess, I've had pain in my tooth for years, but never paid much attention to it, in my usual ostrich-like way.  Probably six months ago, the pain kind of morphed into my jaw.  I did have a few nagging thoughts that I should go to a dentist and have it checked out.  Well, this morning the pain was so awful that I broke down and called a dentist recommended by a neighbor, and asked if the dentist performed root canals, as I was sure that since the tooth that I thought was bothering me already has a filling.  The receptionist said that the dentist did not do root canals, but gave me the name of an endodontist in the area.  Long story short, I saw the endo today.  After about half an hour of making me bite on hard things, tapping my teeth with some sort of hammer-like tool, spraying intense cold out of a can onto a dental instrument and then putting the cold metal on my teeth, and, my personal favorite, placing boiling hot water on my teeth, (and also taking two x-rays of my back teeth that involved lots of gagging and drooling on my part) the endo told me that he could not tell exactly which tooth my pain was coming from, gave me three Advil (I had never taken Advil in my life, but now I have a really large bottle of it sitting on the kitchen counter), and told me that maybe I should get a second opinion. Or just wait to see if the pain localized more.  And for that, I got to write out a check for $147.00.  I am sooo pleased.

And now BlingDaddy wants to take me to see a neurologist, because he is sure that I am experiencing the joys of trigeminal neuralgia, just like his Mommy.  I sure hope not.  I guess a cracked tooth would be preferable, yes?

And that's the news from Geneva.