I had another appointment today for a supposed cleaning. Ick. It wasnt pleasant. Of course, they read me the riot act (nicely) about not getting regular dental care and not taking good care of my teeth. All of that is true. I told them that they were right and that above all that I also take medications that make my teeth worse plus I suffer from depression so I have huge periods of time where self care is a problem. So...we discussed my teeth. I have really bad problems. I have lots of caveties that need to be worked on, the tooth I just had pulled and then had the bone ground down, well that still isnt healing. I need more of the bone ground down. Ugh! I may need the tooth right in front of that tooth pulled because of all the injury that has been done. Double ugh! To say that I am freaking out is putting it nicely. I have an appointment for Nov 2nd to get this all started. I am sure I will have the bone grinding done then because no one wants my mouth to be open that much longer. I will be taking Billy with me on that day because I plan to take mega doses of Klonopin before that appointment! Then we have to do something about planing? I dont even like the sound of that. Im not looking it up because I dont want to know. Im sure if they have to get approval, it isnt good. Once they get all the teeth fixed and clean...and decided on which we can actually keep...then we decide on what we can do as far as plates or partials or whatever. I am promising them that I will keep coming in now. Im just praying that this doesnt hurt too bad. Yeah I know...in my dreams.