Homeward Bound
Christ, there are a lot of announcements in Philadelphia. I've been listening to them for the last 4 hours, and I've got another 2 hours to go. Originally, I was offered a connecting flight with only 30 minutes between arrival and departure; for reasons of baggage, I declined and chose a later flight. Naturally, this results in my flight from DFW arriving 45 minutes early.
So, determined to make the best of my time, I stopped in a Vino Volo where I sampled the "Shades of White" flight of wines; a New Zealand Sauvingon Blanc, an Italian Pinot Grigio and a Californian Charodonnay. It was an interesting little experiment. I certainly found that the wines matched up with the tasting notes they provided. The NZ was indeed very fruity with strong hints of pineapple. The Italian Pino was much lighter, and as one would expect from green apple. The Chardonnay was very heavy and sweet, just like Kiwi, certainly my least favourite of the bunch.
But that's not what I'm hear to talk about. I came to talk about the dentist.
It's not that I'm afraid of the dentist; it's just that it has always been a fiasco when I go. This is all due to the fact that I was ventricular septal defect. Times two. Basically, I had two holes in my heart, both of which were repaired when I was 6 months old. I was one of the first 50 kids in the world to have this operation performed on them, and the first one to have two repaired. Needless to say, my medical file is long, detailed and very thick.
And because of this, every visit to the dentist has been prefaced with a course of antibioics. For the longest time, it was 5 days before, and 5 days after. I was not one of those kids who hated penicillin... at least, not for long. I did get out of flouride treatments at school as well, and flossing was right out. I stopped going to the dentist probably around the time I started high school. For the longest time, that was that. I continued to brushing my teeth and not going to the dentist. And seeing my brother have to suffer through braces, it was great!
The only hiccup was in 2001, shortly after I'd moved to Ottawa. I'd had a broken tooth, which was... well, problematic. So, I actually sought the services of a dental professional. The result was a root canal and I found out that instead of 10 days of pennicillin, I had to take 4 capsules of amoxycillin prior to the visit (horse pills). A definite improvement!
Again, things were fine for about a year, till I developed an infection and was told I needed to get my wisdom teeth removed. I took the antibiotics, but not the advice. Which brings us basically to present day. I've got a couple broken molars, and it's been making life difficult. I've notice that I tend towards softer foods because of it. Anything that go crunch requires some thought and planning about how I chew. Also, I'd like to improve my smile somewhat before the big day; years of caffine and nictoine have taken their toll.
As luck would have it, The Singer has a friend who is a registered dental hygentist. So I got her card, and then promptly sat on it for a year and a half. I finally manned up and booked an appointment before I went to Texas. I was surprised to learn that I no longer needed to take the antibiotics prior to my visit.
Naturally, the first visit was cancelled as the dentist was sick that day. So, when I went in a week later, the first thing I was asked was if I had taken my antibiotics.
...
Still from a cursory examination, I knew one thing; I'm going to need more dental coverage than I already have. As luck would have it, The Singer has coverage too. Thus far, I've got three hygine visits planned. The restorative visits are not yet planned, but there's at couple more root canals in my future. And they gave me a repeating prescription for antibiotics... with a lot of repeats. At this point, I'm pretty much just resigned. These are the wages of sugar and neglect.
But I look forward to eating nachoes again, and not wincing.
One hour till boarding.
So, determined to make the best of my time, I stopped in a Vino Volo where I sampled the "Shades of White" flight of wines; a New Zealand Sauvingon Blanc, an Italian Pinot Grigio and a Californian Charodonnay. It was an interesting little experiment. I certainly found that the wines matched up with the tasting notes they provided. The NZ was indeed very fruity with strong hints of pineapple. The Italian Pino was much lighter, and as one would expect from green apple. The Chardonnay was very heavy and sweet, just like Kiwi, certainly my least favourite of the bunch.
But that's not what I'm hear to talk about. I came to talk about the dentist.
It's not that I'm afraid of the dentist; it's just that it has always been a fiasco when I go. This is all due to the fact that I was ventricular septal defect. Times two. Basically, I had two holes in my heart, both of which were repaired when I was 6 months old. I was one of the first 50 kids in the world to have this operation performed on them, and the first one to have two repaired. Needless to say, my medical file is long, detailed and very thick.
And because of this, every visit to the dentist has been prefaced with a course of antibioics. For the longest time, it was 5 days before, and 5 days after. I was not one of those kids who hated penicillin... at least, not for long. I did get out of flouride treatments at school as well, and flossing was right out. I stopped going to the dentist probably around the time I started high school. For the longest time, that was that. I continued to brushing my teeth and not going to the dentist. And seeing my brother have to suffer through braces, it was great!
The only hiccup was in 2001, shortly after I'd moved to Ottawa. I'd had a broken tooth, which was... well, problematic. So, I actually sought the services of a dental professional. The result was a root canal and I found out that instead of 10 days of pennicillin, I had to take 4 capsules of amoxycillin prior to the visit (horse pills). A definite improvement!
Again, things were fine for about a year, till I developed an infection and was told I needed to get my wisdom teeth removed. I took the antibiotics, but not the advice. Which brings us basically to present day. I've got a couple broken molars, and it's been making life difficult. I've notice that I tend towards softer foods because of it. Anything that go crunch requires some thought and planning about how I chew. Also, I'd like to improve my smile somewhat before the big day; years of caffine and nictoine have taken their toll.
As luck would have it, The Singer has a friend who is a registered dental hygentist. So I got her card, and then promptly sat on it for a year and a half. I finally manned up and booked an appointment before I went to Texas. I was surprised to learn that I no longer needed to take the antibiotics prior to my visit.
Naturally, the first visit was cancelled as the dentist was sick that day. So, when I went in a week later, the first thing I was asked was if I had taken my antibiotics.
...
Still from a cursory examination, I knew one thing; I'm going to need more dental coverage than I already have. As luck would have it, The Singer has coverage too. Thus far, I've got three hygine visits planned. The restorative visits are not yet planned, but there's at couple more root canals in my future. And they gave me a repeating prescription for antibiotics... with a lot of repeats. At this point, I'm pretty much just resigned. These are the wages of sugar and neglect.
But I look forward to eating nachoes again, and not wincing.
One hour till boarding.
posted by Serdic at 18:32
1 Comments:
I had my wisdom teeth pulled in about 2002. I didn't take the anti-biotics and got an infection. So, I got my perscription for Amoxicilin and took the required dose of horse pills. Next morning I woke up with a rash head to toe on every little naughty bit of my body.
So, I was missing four teeth, had a fever, and was covered in red spots.
Not the good times.
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