I happened to have a routine dentist appointment scheduled for today. (Made back before everything else in my mouth was at level red crisis alert.) I went to the dentist knowing that they thought they were going to replace some crown somewhere in there and also because a tooth on the not crisis side of my mouth has been heat and cold sensitive. Pretty much after that sensitive tooth X-ray the dentist looked at me and said "If we take this one out you won't have teeth left to chew with." She filed some nearby teeth down in hopes that if I leave that tooth sensitive tooth alone enough (as in stop gnashing it into my jaw every night while I alternate between clenching like a pitbull and trying to grind the porcelain off all of my fake teeth) the inflammation will subside. Instead she set out to take care of a cavity in the tooth in front of the first one that was pulled last month. To make a long story short, after three sets of novacaine (what is up with my resistance to anesthetic?!?) the dentist finally got to digging around when I hear her whisper to the assistant "I think that might be a tooth shard in there." And I immediatley know what she is talking about,! It's the strange little lump that was left on the roof of my mouth after the swelling from my first surgery subsided! She dug it out (I know this because I felt her digging but opted for arching my back, clawing at he arm rests, and curling my toes in pain over another round of not entirely useful novacaine) and put the little triangular chunk (it looked like a little baby shark tooth) on the tray. And then she said "These things happen, they usually work their way out of the gums on their own eventually."
In the great words of lake guy: MOTHERF*CKER!!
So, in the last month, I've had TWO extractions, a shockingly serious bout with trigeminal neuralgia, inflammation of my inner ear, a sinus infection, an insanely critical (without the constructive part) two weeks of psychologically challenging critiques for me and all involved, AND apparantly I HAVE BEEN TEETHING ALL ALONG TOO!!!
No wonder when I walked into therapy the other day my therapist took one look at me and said "You look like you could sleep for a month."