The End of an Era for TTFH

For the past 2 weeks, I’ve been in constant pain.  Not a poke-a-stick-in-my-eye pain, but one that makes itself known every waking minute of the day with just enough punch to let you know that it is there.

I just couldn’t take it anymore, and I finally called the dentist.  I knew what the problem was because this tooth (from this moment forward to be known as The Tooth From Hell, or TTFH), because it’s caused me problems for over 37 years.

Yes, 37 years.  The first time that TTFH make it’s debut it was when it cracked in half when it was still one of my baby teeth.  On a Saturday, no less (don’t ask me how I remember this, but I do).  When TTFH re-emerged as an adult, it was back with a vengeance.  It has made me endure countless cavities and fillings, oral surgery that involved cutting half my mouth open to scrap off infected jaw bone (gross I know… wasn’t a picnic for me either), 2 failed root canals and a POS crown that I swear was nothing more than reinforced rubber cemented to TTFH that has miraculously lasted 16 years (how, I’ll never know).

When I met the Prince of All Dentists 2 years ago, I pointed out TTFH and he was in agreement with me that it was a vile piece of work and needed to be extracted.  But we needed to get rid of the other nasty teeth that resided in the top part of my mouth first and then we would revisit the little parasite after everything else was healed.

Well, everything has been healed for quite some time now and TTFH decided it was a great time to introduce a lovely infection that has taken up residence in the right side of my mouth, making eating anything resembling food a new experience in pain.

The Prince was able to see me on short notice and said “Let’s yank that sucker out of there!”  (Well, he didn’t exactly use those words, I did… he said that he’ll gently rock it out.  Either way, it’s history.)  But first we need to get rid of the nasty infection, so here I go on another round of antibiotics that will make me want to hurl at the smell of food.  Yay me!

But that’s OK, because in 10 days I get to say buh bye to TTFH and end it’s evil infection spreading tirade that has lorded over my mouth all these years.  And when the crater hole from where it has been extracted is healed, I’m having a big juicy slab of prime rib to celebrate.

And this time, I’ll be able to enjoy it pain free.  Victory over TTFH is going to taste sooooo good.