Three weeks ago, I went to the dentist because one of my
molars was hurting. The tooth had done
this a couple of years ago, and at that time the dentist thought that
eventually, a root canal would have to be done.
The time finally came, and he did the root canal on that visit. He said there was “no good tissue” in the
tooth, and I could tell from the odor that it was in bad shape. He gave me an antibiotic and some pain pills
and told me to see him again in a week.
After several days of rather severe pain, dulled only by Tylenol
#3 and Lortab, I went back to see him.
He had by this time received a couple of calls from me, and had changed
my antibiotic. He said it was still
infected and needed to heal some more before he filled the tooth and sealed
it. I went back after another week, and
he said the same thing, only this time he was going on vacation for two weeks.
It’s been a week into his vacation and I’ve already seen the
“substitute” dentist who agreed to see his patients if needed while he was away. I have yet another new antibiotic I’m trying
and am back on the pain medications after having several days when I could go
without. I’m ready for this to be over.
Yet I have to put my experiences with this tooth in the
context of the First World that I talk about some, and how this same thing
might play out with someone who lives in the third world. First, I may well not be alive at my age if I
lived in the third world. Second, if I
was alive, I may well not have ANY teeth by now. Third, if I had teeth, and if one was
infected, a dentist, antibiotics, and pain medication would be luxuries that I
could only imagine. If I did manage to
see someone who worked on teeth, whether a Dentist or not, the tooth probably
would be pulled and I’d be left to deal with the aftermath of infection,
bleeding, and pain.
The active ingredient in Tylenol, acetaminophen, and the
active ingredient in Motrin, ibuprofen, are common medications in the homes of
most people in the first world. Aspirin
is also very common. We pop those pills
for twinges of back pain, minor arthritis, headache, and any number of other
things that make our bodies not quite normal.
We can obtain antibiotics at the local pharmacy, with
prescription, for just a few dollars unless it’s a new, high-powered one of
some kind. The old standbys are plenty cheap,
however. And insurance pays most of the cost anyway.
And we can usually get in to see a provider without a lot of
difficulty. I went to the office at
1:30pm, and was told that if I wanted to wait around, there was an opening at
2:30 and the dentist would see me. So I
waited and read a Readers Digest after filling out the new patient forms. I realize some rural areas and “backwoods”
areas are a little less accommodating and have fewer providers, but by and
large, most of our population has someone available, if necessary. And dental insurance pays most of the cost.
Hopefully, things will improve with this new antibiotic and
with what she did to my tooth.
Hopefully, I’ll feel better and can go until my dentist gets back and I fulfill
my appointment with him next Wednesday.
Hopefully, I won’t have to ask for more Tylenol #3 or Lortab. Hopefully, I won’t have to ask to see the
substitute Dentist again. But I know
those things are available to me if I need them.
Sincerely thankfully, I happen to be blessed with living in
the First World. Who would have thought??
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