Putting on my big boy pants and going to the dentist...

So this week I had to act like an adult. I am not very good at acting like an adult; however, sometimes I just have to suck it up and put on my big boy pants.

It all started Sunday morning when I woke up with a swollen cheek. My right cheek was swollen so bad that it interfered with my talking. As much as I love to talk, I was very upset. Fortunately, even though I was swollen, I had no pain. Unfortunately, it was a Sunday, and dentists are not open on Sunday. Since I was not in pain, I decided to stick it out until the next day.

Throughout the day on Sunday, my cheek would get bigger, smaller, bigger, smaller, etc.

When I awoke on Monday morning, it was swollen still; however, it was no longer just in my cheek. It had moved down to where basically the right side of jaw was swollen all around.

My co-workers were telling me to get to the dentist; however, I kept calling local dentists and none were open. Finally, I found one that was open. The down side was that they could not see me until 4:20 that afternoon.

So, I worked all day while having a very hard time talking. It sucked.

At 4:00, I was not happy. The one thing I hate worse than not talking is going to the doctor. I was panicking!

When they made me get in the dentist chair, I was apparently so obviously freaked out that the technician was patting me saying, "don't be scared." As childish as it made me feel, this actually did help me calm down.

They then performed a dental x-ray. That was sort of funny because I could not open my mouth wide enough to get the darn x-ray thingy inside. With some shady work, she finally got in my mouth and took an x-ray.

The result was of course that I had an abscess. It is my very first abscess.

Anyway, all of my panicking was for nothing. All they do is throw you some antibiotics - mine are super strong because I apparently had a "really good" infection.

The end result is that no matter what I do, it always turns out "really good." Even if it is something bad. :)

Of course, now I have to decide if I want to have a root canal or an extraction.

The joys of being an adult!

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