In the words of the philosopher, Jack Nicholson: "You can't handle the tooth!" Or, something like that.
The dentist visit was anticlimactic. One of his assistants took X-rays with a little hand-held gun; the X-ray pops up immediately on the big screen next to the dental chair. Seriously, the "gun" looks like some kind of StarTrek toy.
The dentist came in, looked at the X-rays, looked at my tooth (and the crown). We discussed how and when the tooth ache occurred. He said, "Your tooth and everything around it looks good. See this little tract on the X-Ray? That is a sinus tract that runs right between the roots of that tooth. Since the pain got better after you got to a lower elevation, I suspect the elevation messed with your sinuses. Pain in that area can stimulate the nerves and hurt like the dickens."
He was right - it did. The pain was almost completely gone by the time we got home, but I had the appointment and thought I should follow up. At the worst, cold hurt it, heat hurt it, and any pressure on that tooth hurt.
The dentist did give me one bit of advice to tell if it is sinus or something happening with the tooth: "If you sit down, bend over and put your head lower than your knees and the pain gets worse, it is a sinus issue. Try some sinus meds for relief."
So, I guess you could say it was all in my head. Well, jaw. Glad to be beyond that.
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Be it ever so humble...
Murphy likes his house. His yard. His routine. He has slept soundly through the night since we got home. This morning, on the couch, sitting by Joan...
That is one very content kitty.
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