{"id":3982,"date":"2011-03-29T12:27:58","date_gmt":"2011-03-29T20:27:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/?p=3982"},"modified":"2011-03-29T12:27:58","modified_gmt":"2011-03-29T20:27:58","slug":"cracked-tooth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/2011\/03\/29\/cracked-tooth\/","title":{"rendered":"Cracked Tooth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Is there such a thing as emergency dentistry?<\/p>\n<p>So I&#8217;m rushing to go to Staples Center, to see Lady GaGa, to experience the hysteria, to drill down to the bottom of popular culture.\u00c2\u00a0 And I&#8217;m scarfing down some trail mix with Dannon coffee yogurt and&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Let&#8217;s start at the beginning.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday I went to the accountant, to do my taxes.\u00c2\u00a0 I could probably do them myself with a computer program, but I find a professional saves you more than the cost of the fee.\u00c2\u00a0 Still, it&#8217;s hard for me not to see my accountant as an arm of the government, or the school principal.\u00c2\u00a0 I put on a happy face, but I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;m gonna get busted, I&#8217;ve got a problem with authority.<\/p>\n<p>And while she&#8217;s making some calculations, I check my BlackBerry to find an e-mail from Troy Carter about the GaGa gig and suddenly, my whole day disappears.\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;ve got to rush back to Santa Monica to rush back east and in the meantime call my mother to find out how her hip is doing and&#8230;I&#8217;ve got no food, I&#8217;ve got to make a pit stop at the grocery store.\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;ve got an idea!\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;ll go to Trader Joe!\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;ll buy some chocolate trail mix, as a reward for doing my taxes!<\/p>\n<p>And on one hand I hate TJ&#8217;s.\u00c2\u00a0 Because of the upscale people looking for a bargain.\u00c2\u00a0 But more because too much of what I buy there tastes like it&#8217;s discounted.\u00c2\u00a0 But they&#8217;ve got a plethora of trail mixes, especially junky ones with chocolate, and a great spicy V-8 style juice and I can buy a salad, what the hell.<\/p>\n<p>I end up buying three different chocolate trail mixes!\u00c2\u00a0 Like I told you, I deserved it!<\/p>\n<p>And after arranging the details for the gig and calling my mother I sat down to eat my favorite concoction, trail mix and yogurt, which I discovered during my ski bumming years in Utah, when Jimmy bought nuts and created gorp and I needed something to wash it down with.<\/p>\n<p>But this trail mix&#8230;\u00c2\u00a0 It was peppered with rocks.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m biting down and it&#8217;s difficult but if they sell the stuff, it&#8217;s edible, right?\u00c2\u00a0 Then I hear a crack.<\/p>\n<p>And immediately I think it&#8217;s my tooth.\u00c2\u00a0 But I&#8217;m paranoid, and a quick search in the bathroom mirror with an exploratory finger yields no damage.<\/p>\n<p>But there&#8217;s this pain on the inside&#8230;\u00c2\u00a0 Where I figure some peanut casing has been caught.\u00c2\u00a0 I ignore it.<\/p>\n<p>Until an hour later when I become possessed, I&#8217;ve got to extract it.<\/p>\n<p>I go online.\u00c2\u00a0 I discover you can put a knot in dental floss and it&#8217;ll pull anything through.\u00c2\u00a0 And I tie an ever-growing knot and I keep pulling and my gums are bleeding and I&#8217;ve still got the pain and I give up and start eating the chicken salad I purchased for dinner.<\/p>\n<p>And then the pain becomes excruciating.<\/p>\n<p>But then it wanes.<\/p>\n<p>It dawns upon me.\u00c2\u00a0 This salad is going to worm out the detritus, it&#8217;s my savior!<\/p>\n<p>But then the pain returns and now it&#8217;s intolerable, I cannot sit through a show, I cannot make it through the night, and I reach up into my mouth and I find that half of my tooth has broken away, but it&#8217;s still rooted up in the gum.<\/p>\n<p>A disaster.<\/p>\n<p>So I call the dentist.\u00c2\u00a0 Not that I expect to get anybody, but I give it a try.\u00c2\u00a0 And at the end of the recording, after the recitation of business hours, there&#8217;s a tag line stating &quot;If you have a true dental emergency&#8230;&quot;<\/p>\n<p>Years ago I&#8217;d deny myself.\u00c2\u00a0 I didn&#8217;t believe in emergencies, I didn&#8217;t believe I deserved treatment.\u00c2\u00a0 Know what?\u00c2\u00a0 I got myself in some bad health situations, some of which I&#8217;ll never completely recover from.\u00c2\u00a0 But psychotherapy has turned me into a man of self-worth, I dialed the number.<\/p>\n<p>And all I could hear was the baby screaming.\u00c2\u00a0 And a gentleman whose voice transmitted a desire to be left alone.\u00c2\u00a0 But after he put the tyke down, and I repeated my symptoms, he said he&#8217;d meet me at the office in half an hour, at a quarter to nine.<\/p>\n<p>YES!<\/p>\n<p>Then I started wondering if my problem was serious enough.\u00c2\u00a0 I was worried he&#8217;d laugh at me in the chair.<\/p>\n<p>But this was not to be.<\/p>\n<p>As he numbed me up he started talking about implants.\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;d probably need one.\u00c2\u00a0 This tooth appeared a goner.\u00c2\u00a0 He&#8217;d extract the half, but then he&#8217;d probably have to pull the whole thing.<\/p>\n<p>And it&#8217;s right up front, I&#8217;ve got to do something.<\/p>\n<p>He didn&#8217;t recommend a plastic insert, it makes you lisp.<\/p>\n<p>He didn&#8217;t recommend a bridge, the two teeth next to it were in such good shape.<\/p>\n<p>No, the implant was the way to go.<\/p>\n<p>And I wanted the best, didn&#8217;t I?<\/p>\n<p>Well of course I did.<\/p>\n<p>That would be six grand from this gentleman in Brentwood, and then the emergency dentist detailed a procedure as serious as a heart transplant, with a recovery almost as long.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m of the pay now, fix it immediately, drive on down the highway school.\u00c2\u00a0 This was almost too much to fathom.<\/p>\n<p>Well, was there any hope of saving the tooth?<\/p>\n<p>Yes.\u00c2\u00a0 But then I&#8217;d need a root canal.\u00c2\u00a0 Tomorrow or the day after, he had a good relationship with the oral surgeon, they could squeeze me in.<\/p>\n<p>My mouth still hurts from being pried open for my last root canal.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, I&#8217;m numbed up enough he can extract the broken half.<\/p>\n<p>And he&#8217;s got gauze around it, and he&#8217;s wiggling it with his fingers, and I almost want to reach in and yank it out myself but then he&#8217;s finally holding the half a tooth in his hand, like a golden nugget at Sutter&#8217;s Mill.<\/p>\n<p>Whereupon he pronounces the tooth has made a fool of him.\u00c2\u00a0 He can see no blood, no root, not only can the tooth be saved, I can get a crown!<\/p>\n<p>Well, maybe.\u00c2\u00a0 You see the tooth broke below the gum line and he&#8217;s working on it and telling me how much easier it would be to extract it but when he&#8217;s all done, hours later, he believes a miracle has taken place, I&#8217;ll be all right if I make it through the night.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, if the nerve doesn&#8217;t start throbbing like a telltale heart.<\/p>\n<p>So I didn&#8217;t see Lady GaGa.\u00c2\u00a0 And I&#8217;m old enough that the nerve retreated in the tooth, saving me expense, headache and pain in the wallet as well as the mouth.\u00c2\u00a0 And I&#8217;m never eating trail mix again.\u00c2\u00a0 And the dentist is my new best friend.\u00c2\u00a0 I heard all about his baby, his marriage, the miscarriages, his schooling&#8230;we went through a battle together.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m going back at 3 for a fitting for the crown, for the placement of a temporary.\u00c2\u00a0 Wish me luck!<\/p>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Is there such a thing as emergency dentistry? 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