Day 15. Holding strong despite the annoying fact that I haven't lost a single pound since day 10. Fuck my thyroid, or whatever hormone failing organ which thinks this paltry amount of intake is enough to maintain my current weight of "I look like I've been inflated" obesity. Seriously, I figured it out and I am eating less than 1,000 calories a day. On Friday I'm checking in with the doctor who suggested this cleanse to me and hopefully she will have some news on the 12 quarts (might be exaggerating) of blood they took from me for testing. Please!! I have spent the last 15 years telling good doc that I know I don't eat like a skinny person, but I don't think I should be as fat as I am. If there is a reason for this that can be managed (or cured? Fecal transplant? Yes, I am desperate) I will be so relieved.
A few weeks ago when I noticed some cold sensitivity from what turned out to be my canine (even though I could have sworn it was the dying brownish tooth in front of the canine) I went straight to the tooth removing dentist to get it removed. He did some x-rays and did determine that a root canal was necessary. I held up my hand (as in talk to the hand) because I do not do root canals. If you recall, the last time I attempted a root canal I ended up with a major toothache in San Francisco- 2 weeks later- while in session for school and had to waste an afternoon getting that tooth removed by a strange dentist and then the rest of the school session clutching my face in agony with trigeminal neuralgia waiting for night to zone out on oxycodone. I will pass on that ridiculousness again.
The problem was the usual tooth remover Dr. is MIA and I had to see the partner, who is not familiar with my amazing ability to rot my own teeth. Also, the partner does not grasp my own personal level of I don't give a flying wazoo un-vanity and could not wrap his head around the fact that once my tooth goes to the dark side I want it out ASAP and could not care less if a fake tooth retainer has been created yet because in all likelihood I am not going to wear the painful fake tooth retainer anyway. I made an appointment for a future removal and I settled on a pulpotomy as a temporary measure from the real dentist's associate, who upon hearing that I intended to remove the tooth which was sure to fail sooner rather than later because I HAVE A RECORD AND THAT IS HOW IT GOES kept repeating like a mother fucking zombie I can't condone removing a viable tooth I can't condone removing a viable tooth, as if she was hypnotized or something. But the worst part is that I allowed this ignorant (of my personal history) woman to cause me to doubt myself. I feel like sometimes I come across as a person who has some kind of strange rare psychological disorder where I want my teeth removed with out cause. Because, you know, all of those insane oral surgeries I suffered through only to have them removed in the end were just a party.
Anyway, last weekend I was feeling strangely pained from the now nerveless tooth which I ignored knowing that I had my appointment coming up and I got the rotten bugger removed yesterday. Half way through the all too familiar procedure I realized something was wrong, so I turned down the music (70's lite rock on pandora) on the headphones and listened in on the dr and nurse and lo and behold, sweet sweet validation was mine all mine!! My entire tooth was so infected that the roots were being re-absorbed into the jaw bone. Which means, had I had a root canal on February 26th, the day I originally tried to have toothy infected removed that root canal would have lasted less than 3 weeks!! Damn. I must never let anyone cause me to doubt myself again. Also, I am not crazy!
Afterwards I made the partner Dr. tell me I was right in the first place and you know I am going to do the same as soon as I go to the regular dentist. I might make the dentist actually apologize because she is young and has disrespected her elders by disrespecting me. I am totally going to milk this for all I can.
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