Hammilton
06-23-2006, 09:37 PM
So, as some of you may have heard, I had a problem with my tooth since december that on sunday began to hurt a little bit. Previously, it had been very cold sensitive, and somewhat touch sensitive. By Monday, it was incredibly everything sensitive. It hurt to just to have a tooth, and I desperately wanted it removed.
I went to a dentist on Monday afternoon. He suggested that my problem was caused by the gumline pulling down and exposing the root. His X-Rays showed nothing (He says, I intend to go in and request to see them). He applied a local aneasthetic (not an injection, a paste) and sent me on my way- charging my insurance for an emergency visit.
On tuesday, I called back and asked him if he would be willing to pull the fucking thing. I had spent monday night alternating between screaming in pain and crying (Yes, real men *can* cry, but only if they're in incredible amounts of pain and have no way of alleviating it). I felt so hopeless by monday that I didn't care if he just pulled my tooth out; It wasn't doing me anything useful at this point. He said no- he couldn't pull a tooth he found nothing wrong with "It isn't ethical" he said. Fuck ethics, I'm crying and screaming and I can't eat.
On Tuesday night, I applied a local aneasthetic that for 45 minutes entirely erased my pain (well, mostly). I took the oppurtunity to eat the only thing I could- gummy bears. It was wonderful to have food in my mouth and stomach again.
Wonderful for a bit. On Wednesday morning, I was in worse agony. Apparently the chewing had made it worse. It could have just been the natural progression of events, however, hard to say with something I know nothing about. I called another dentist and told my about my plight. They agreed to see me in two hours. Hallujah!!! Unfortunately, I waited another hour and a half once I got there because the dentist was busy, but I was a emergency visit, he had people who planned the sado-masochistic adventures ahead of time, and I didn't have the right to intrude. The fine-ass nurse who waited with me kept telling me about my options for root canals, extractions and implants, extractions and bridgework, about how infections of the root canal worked, if thats what I indeed had.
Dentist came, ordered an X-ray. I waited, still in a ton of fucking pain. He came back, found a tiny shadow on the X-ray and injected me with Novocaine. He said that I needed a root canal immediately- the X-ray showed a Cyst on the bottom of my root. Apparently this is how most or all root-canal infections work. Once I was numbed-up, he came and got his drills ready.
I didn't know what I was in for. He travelled down the one canal, drilling through nerve tissue with ease. Thank you lord, I said. The next one wasn't so fun. I was screaming, moaning and groaning so fucking loud the waiting room must have cleared out. Never been in so much pain before. Then he took it out and put some more aneasthetic down the canal he started to clear. He grabbed what looked like a needle on a one of his drill machines and told me that it would put some more aneasthetic down into the canal. What a fucking liar. I knew that needle seemed awfully big. It was a drill and I was too stupid to know it. 2 minutes of more screaming and it was over with. Thank God!
(I'm thinking of going into the first doctors office to cancel my other appointments, making a point of mentioning how another found the problem in a few minutes and almost completely eliminated my pain)
What a quick procedure. What an unbearable procedure. I shook for the next half-hour.
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OH YEAH, the point of this post.
I was given a prescription for an antibiotic and a another for 16 tablets of 5/200 vicoprofen. I filled the one and called my doc to see if I was allowed to have vicoprofen, since I'm usually allowed only to get narcotics through him (Methadone). I just finally got a hold of him today and quickly got the okay.
However, when I went to grab the paper, I found that I lost it!!!!!
I'm so fucking pissed off. My best guess is that I put it in the bag with my other bottles and then when my fiance was throwing garbage away, grabbed the now-empty (except for my prescription) bag, and tossed it. Great.
What do you think the odds are the dentist (and older guy, very eccentric) will be willing to give me a new prescription? I have no intentions of abusing it, but really have pain right now. Is there a way for him to verify if its been filled or not?
I only use one pharmacy for my narcotic prescriptions (the other for my psychiatric stuff, including amphetamine), unless its closed, and then I make a point in asking the prescribing doc if its okay to fill it at the psychiatric place. I split them up because the narcotic place is very small and know everyone by name. They were the place that I went for my Suboxone and subsequently my Methadone and Fentanyl patches. When I switched to fentanyl (only lasted a week or two, only had mylan and they blew!), they called my doctor to make sure I wasn't forging prescriptions. They still call him sometimes when I get my methadone filled to make sure I'm supposed to have it. Very careful over there.
I just wish someone would be able to look and see that its never been filled and that i"m telling the truth.
Hammilton
I went to a dentist on Monday afternoon. He suggested that my problem was caused by the gumline pulling down and exposing the root. His X-Rays showed nothing (He says, I intend to go in and request to see them). He applied a local aneasthetic (not an injection, a paste) and sent me on my way- charging my insurance for an emergency visit.
On tuesday, I called back and asked him if he would be willing to pull the fucking thing. I had spent monday night alternating between screaming in pain and crying (Yes, real men *can* cry, but only if they're in incredible amounts of pain and have no way of alleviating it). I felt so hopeless by monday that I didn't care if he just pulled my tooth out; It wasn't doing me anything useful at this point. He said no- he couldn't pull a tooth he found nothing wrong with "It isn't ethical" he said. Fuck ethics, I'm crying and screaming and I can't eat.
On Tuesday night, I applied a local aneasthetic that for 45 minutes entirely erased my pain (well, mostly). I took the oppurtunity to eat the only thing I could- gummy bears. It was wonderful to have food in my mouth and stomach again.
Wonderful for a bit. On Wednesday morning, I was in worse agony. Apparently the chewing had made it worse. It could have just been the natural progression of events, however, hard to say with something I know nothing about. I called another dentist and told my about my plight. They agreed to see me in two hours. Hallujah!!! Unfortunately, I waited another hour and a half once I got there because the dentist was busy, but I was a emergency visit, he had people who planned the sado-masochistic adventures ahead of time, and I didn't have the right to intrude. The fine-ass nurse who waited with me kept telling me about my options for root canals, extractions and implants, extractions and bridgework, about how infections of the root canal worked, if thats what I indeed had.
Dentist came, ordered an X-ray. I waited, still in a ton of fucking pain. He came back, found a tiny shadow on the X-ray and injected me with Novocaine. He said that I needed a root canal immediately- the X-ray showed a Cyst on the bottom of my root. Apparently this is how most or all root-canal infections work. Once I was numbed-up, he came and got his drills ready.
I didn't know what I was in for. He travelled down the one canal, drilling through nerve tissue with ease. Thank you lord, I said. The next one wasn't so fun. I was screaming, moaning and groaning so fucking loud the waiting room must have cleared out. Never been in so much pain before. Then he took it out and put some more aneasthetic down the canal he started to clear. He grabbed what looked like a needle on a one of his drill machines and told me that it would put some more aneasthetic down into the canal. What a fucking liar. I knew that needle seemed awfully big. It was a drill and I was too stupid to know it. 2 minutes of more screaming and it was over with. Thank God!
(I'm thinking of going into the first doctors office to cancel my other appointments, making a point of mentioning how another found the problem in a few minutes and almost completely eliminated my pain)
What a quick procedure. What an unbearable procedure. I shook for the next half-hour.
---------------------
OH YEAH, the point of this post.
I was given a prescription for an antibiotic and a another for 16 tablets of 5/200 vicoprofen. I filled the one and called my doc to see if I was allowed to have vicoprofen, since I'm usually allowed only to get narcotics through him (Methadone). I just finally got a hold of him today and quickly got the okay.
However, when I went to grab the paper, I found that I lost it!!!!!
I'm so fucking pissed off. My best guess is that I put it in the bag with my other bottles and then when my fiance was throwing garbage away, grabbed the now-empty (except for my prescription) bag, and tossed it. Great.
What do you think the odds are the dentist (and older guy, very eccentric) will be willing to give me a new prescription? I have no intentions of abusing it, but really have pain right now. Is there a way for him to verify if its been filled or not?
I only use one pharmacy for my narcotic prescriptions (the other for my psychiatric stuff, including amphetamine), unless its closed, and then I make a point in asking the prescribing doc if its okay to fill it at the psychiatric place. I split them up because the narcotic place is very small and know everyone by name. They were the place that I went for my Suboxone and subsequently my Methadone and Fentanyl patches. When I switched to fentanyl (only lasted a week or two, only had mylan and they blew!), they called my doctor to make sure I wasn't forging prescriptions. They still call him sometimes when I get my methadone filled to make sure I'm supposed to have it. Very careful over there.
I just wish someone would be able to look and see that its never been filled and that i"m telling the truth.
Hammilton