When it rains it pours
I've been grinding my teeth a lot in my sleep lately. I used to do it when I was a kid, and I've been doing it more lately. I expect because of stress. Bottom line is that I've been waking up with a sore jaw for weeks.
As if our problems with Robert and school (and the myriad other problems in our life which I thankfully keep off these pages) weren't enough, I woke up one day last week missing a big chunk in one of my molars -- at some point during the night the tooth broke, and took a big chunk of filling with it. I must have swallowed it in my sleep, because I didn't find anything on the pillow or mattress. I've also been getting some unusual jaw pain on the other side of my mouth.
Finally got to see the dentist this morning -- he took a look at my mouth, took a couple of x-rays and declared that the broken tooth needed to be extracted. What's more, that jaw pain? A periodontal abcess, he tells me.
I made an appointment with the oral surgeon he referred me to, for tomorrow. Should be fun -- just in time for a user group meeting I've been looking forward to, where I was going to do a games presentation. I e-mailed the guy who invited me and told him I may be a no-show tomorrow. Guess it depends on how I'm feeling.