OK, after a couple of days of speaking through a clenched jaw, and being almost unable to eat, thanks to my extremely sharp broken tooth, I realised I couldn’t hold out till tomorrow afternoon and visited the dentist for some emergency repair.
Oh, blessed numbness! I had an injection so some remaining filling could be cleaned out, and there’s a temporary something that isn’t sharp, holding me over till tomorrow’s appointment.
Some of my barely four-digit life savings will be exchanged for a gold crown this month.
Even though I have the whole numb mouth thing going on this afternoon, I feel so much better already. Which leads me to wonder a couple of things: how did people manage in the days before dentistry, and how do those who live in poverty cope?
I’m very privileged to live in a time and place where I need only make a phonecall and hand over some cash to get relief from pain. With any luck, I may soon be able to focus on work again, so I can pay for the treatment.