Posted on February 20, 2003 in Cats Dentition Weather
The main thing keeping me home isn’t pain, but the fact that if I go charging around town, pumping my heart, the wound in my mouth is about to bust.
Posted on February 19, 2003 in Dentition
The drugs they used to sedate me prevented me from accumulating the complete set of folders from which my memory could draw to write about what they did later.
Posted on February 18, 2003 in Dentition
The tooth is pulled, and Joel is home, doped up, and upstairs watching a video. All went as expected. More later.
Posted on February 17, 2003 in Dentition
I am resigning myself to this: that every so often, for the rest of my life, I am going to suffer one of these procedures.
Posted on February 12, 2003 in Dentition
No solid food for a week. That’s the mandate from my periodontist.
Posted on February 11, 2003 in Dentition
The disease is in the jaw bone now. That’s why the tooth must die.
Posted on February 9, 2003 in Dentition
The fistula has grown to about the size of a lentil and feels like a hard bean lying between my gum and my cheek. It appears to range from silver gray to bruise blue.
Posted on February 3, 2003 in Dentition
Number 30’s roots looked good except for a slow healing area at the base of the rearmost one.
Posted on January 30, 2003 in Dentition
The hygienist ran a gloved finger along the facial side of my gums. A sharp balcony, no longer than three grains of sand lined up, jutted out beneath the temporary crown on the lower right where Dr. Morrison had done a root canal last April.
Posted on January 5, 2003 in Dentition Myths & Mysticism
Painful imagery, eh? See. You can never trust a god!