Have you ever looked forward to something so much that you couldn’t wait for it to happen…and then when it did it was so awful that you just wanted to lay down and cry?
Well, that happened to me today and I’ve graduated from depressed about it to angry as hell.
You’d think that a 3-tooth partial costing as much as a 20 year old Yugo would be a scientific work of art.
The wax version was a perfect fit, so I expected the finished product to be excellent, too. I arrived at the dental school today thinking it was just going to be a matter of putting it into my mouth and walking away.
When the partial was put into my mouth today, it felt like my teeth were being bashed by a fist. I had to wonder if the original was dropped and someone tried to recreate the partial thinking I wouldn’t notice.
Am I ranting too much? Perhaps I should look on the bright side. It’s perfect–as long as I don’t have to smile, eat, drink, or sleep with it.
On the subject of wearing it–I was told to do so for 24 hours. I tried to eat with it and it kept coming out. I tried to sleep with it and there’s this curly cue piece of metal that’s in just the right place to hurt like hell. Not only that, when I smile, that piece of metal looks worse than having a space where there should be a tooth.
Tomorrow was supposed to be my final day at the dental school. I’m torn between saying, “The partial’s fine, now discharge me,” or railing up one side and down the other about it.
The pain maker is presently in a container while the Ibuprofen starts to work.
It’s 1 in the morning and I’m no closer to sleeping. Unfortunately, I’m not in the mood to write a poem or have a sense of humor.
The only one happy right now are dogs. They have the bed all to themselves.