So why the fuck does it feel like I have an abscessed tooth? The pain is tortuous; I can't describe it accurately, it's awful. It's throbbing and radiates from the area of one of my teeth to the front of my gums. I can't eat. I MUST document this.
Let me take this back a bit. I recently started a new medication. (I can look up the date if necessary.) A short time later, I began experiencing what I thought was a bizarre side effect: you know that feeling you get in your ear when it needs to "pop" & you can hear your heartbeat? That was happening intermittently but just in my right ear.
The other day I told Jenn & MOP about it (not at the same time). Both said this was likely due to an abscessed tooth. I've had an abscessed tooth before & didn't recall the ear thing, but my memory has become an issue recently. (More on that at another time.)
I'd been meaning to make an appointment with the dentist's office for a cleaning anyway, since I desperately need it. (I've developed tartar in the most unflattering of places.) I was so afraid there were all sorts of things wrong with my teeth. I told myself to make an appointment, adding it to a to-do list on the 3rd.
That day, September 3, 2014, I developed the pain that I described at the beginning of this post & continue to experience now. I was visiting my sister's — adding me to her cellphone plan would drop the price for both of us & I could finally have a decent phone, so she had to be present for the purchase & activation. We didn't get that done that day, but I digress. I sort of joked about me having this mouth pain after being told about abscesses and the possibility that maybe it was all just in my head. That the only reason it hurt was psychosomatic.
As the day wore on, the pain became more and more intense. It got to the point where, on the drive home, around 4:30AM, I considered going to the ER. By myself.
Last time I had an abscessed tooth it was a nightmare. It felt, oh, I don't know, A LOT LIKE I FEEL NOW. I should take this time to point out that I take a lot of medication for my chronic Fibromyalgia pain. This could mean that the pain would be worse — dear god, WORSE! — than it is now if I weren't taking said medication.
Anyway, let's go back to yesterday, September 4th. I had two appointments at the psychiatrist's office at crazy times (ha ha). I definitely COULD NOT miss one of them as it was the 4th attempt to meet my new therapist. This tooth thing was/is an emergency, though, so I had my mother call my dentist's office. Miraculously, they had a 3 o'clock. (That office is always all booked up. If I didn't take the 3PM, I'd have to wait until some time next week.) The receptionist curtly informed my mother that I hadn't been there in 3 years. (I knew it was a long time but not that long.) I thought she was going to say the practice dropped me due to inactivity or something. But I got that 3PM.
The therapy appointment was @ 2PM & these offices are 5 minutes away from each other. So I cancelled the second psychiatric appointment & let the new therapist know that my dentist is a real stickler for time.
An aside, sort of: my new therapist is AWESOME!
So, there I am, doing the getting-to-know-you thing with the therapist with insanely agonizing pain in my jaw. I think our introduction went well despite this.
I was able to "check out" of the office with appointments made & MOP's Rx in time to not be late for the dentist.
I go in there, expecting at least an abscessed tooth, fearing much more. They took x-rays from many different angles, looking to assess the damage. I'm thinking I'll be leaving there with a prescription for antibiotics and all sorts of future appointments to address the horror happening within my jaw. (I was given no pain medication for my first abscessed tooth due to the fact that I'm already taking something. Again, it was a nightmare.)
Well, the tech examined the x-rays and said she couldn't find a single thing wrong with any of my teeth and, in fact, my mouth was in good shape for someone who hadn't been in for 3 years.
My dentist comes in. He examines the x-rays, digs around my mouth, taps on some teeth, I respond with yes, this hurts. I should've said the pain is excruciating. Maybe I did. Yet he, too, says he can't find a damn thing wrong with any of my teeth. The two of them declare it a mystery. A MYSTERY!
Now I had explained to the tech that I recently was put on Saphris and that it's a sublingual dose. That I had thought the ear stuff was a side effect of it. That my sister & brother-in-law floated the abscess theory. That this pain was akin to the pain I felt back when I did, in fact, have an abscessed tooth, leading me to believe all of this tooth pain was something wrong with my chompers.
They found NOTHING.
Yet here I am, in tormenting pain, unable to eat, scared to brush my teeth.
The dentist & tech said my treatment would be a good cleaning (which I have to wait until the 15th for!), because maybe there are some food particles jammed down underneath my tooth or something & maybe that's causing the pain. Maybe I had "hit" my tooth & this was like a bruise that will heal over the next few days. Maybe it was from the Saphris — do I sleep on my right side? Also I should eat soft foods while we wait for this to go away. Maybe this, maybe that...
Basically, they don't have a fucking clue about the origins of my mysterious mouth pain.
I can't help but suspect it's from the Saphris. Jenn dug around on the Internet for side effects and found a listing of "toothache" in the "less common" list. But from only one source. Toothache isn't on the pharmacy leaflet that comes with my medicine. (I am well aware that the information on those leaflets aren't complete.) But I can't really call this a toothache, that word doesn't cover it.
So I don't know what to do. I made an appointment with my family doctor because my mother and sister urged me to. But the appointment is on the 9th, four long, unendurable days from now. I don't see what he could possibly do about this other than refer me to a fucking dentist!
There Is Absolutely, Positively Nothing Wrong with My Teeth. Yeah, right.
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