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A Shot in the Mouth

I order all my drinks with no ice. It’s not because I think people who chew ice should be¬†quarantined¬†(I do), it’s because some of my teeth are sensitive.

Over the course of the last few years I’ve had to pop into the dentist’s office to get my teeth sealed at the gumline, this takes away the sensitivity for a few months at a time. I don’t even realize they hurt until I stop drinking cold drinks, and then when someone asks me why I don’t want ice I have to say something out loud and realize I’m in pain.

Chronic pain is like that. It sort of sneaks up on you slowly and you don’t know you’re hurting sometimes until you’re ready to stop hurting. We just sort of adapt.

While in Florida I was ordering drinks without ice and someone asked me why. I mentioned my teeth hurting and then excused myself from the table and called the dentist to make an appointment.

The appointment was today.

So I figured I’d be going in and getting that sealant on my teeth again and it’s no big deal. I’m all back in the chair and we’re talking politics and schools and kids and she mentions giving me a shot to numb me and maybe getting in a deeper this time so the seal will last a few years. And I opened my eyes really wide because I don’t like to cry in public but I’m a tooth grinder and jaw clencher and my teeth are crazy sensitive. I might have screeched something about her being an evil stepmother (though she was my dentist long before she was my stepmother).

And I let her give me the shot and fix the teeth and now I’m talking like I’ve had a stroke which made everyone giggle. The drool though… the drool is decidedly not adorable.