The broken tooth has left an inner edge like a serrated razor: naturally this has generated a quite deep laceration on the left lateral border of my tongue. If I try to talk, eat, drink or even swallow my own saliva (which I seem to be developing in copious quantities) there is a severe wave of pain. As a result I have only been able to get a little soup and yoghurt down me all day. Probably totalling no more than 1000 calories in all, it constitutes a fairly harsh diet. Whisky seems to just about go down all right, however.
I am learning to swallow with my mouth wide open, this being the only way I can avoid rasping my tongue against the cutting edge of the tooth stump. Oddly, this a skill usually practised only in the dentist's chair. Tomorrow I must see that dentist. Will he pronounce the tooth doomed and remove it or can it be conserved? Right now I'd settle for him simply filing the sharp edge off it. I can only hope the word "emergency" works the same magic as it will in my own practice, where the staff are trained to fit patients in on the same day if they drop it. But tomorrow is my busiest day, so some disruption is inevitable. But what can I do?
Sunday, 7 November 2010
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