Yesterday I went to the dentist for an emergency visit. Several months ago, I had a tooth break. A while back, I noticed a tenderness and swelling above that tooth. I was certain it was an abscess. We didn’t have money for a dentist visit - so I self-treated with tea tree oil, lots of Vit C, salt water rinses, etc. I got the swelling down and things seemed to be okay. Then, last Thursday, the swelling suddenly returned with a vengeance. It was bad enough, I could see the swelling in my face. It started to heat up and I knew I was in trouble.
I upped the amount of Vit C and the tea tree oil applications. The swelling went down to about 75%, but was still much larger than it had ever been. Having limited-to-no money for treatment, I called around to dentists to find someone who would be willing to see me and work with me on a payment plan. I must have gone through 20+ dentists with no luck.
Finally, I found a dentist who was willing to see me for $105. It would cover only the x-ray of the affected tooth/area and diagnosis. I figured that was the first step, and farther than I had gotten with anyone else, so I scheduled the appointment.
I went into the office and the assistant sat me in the dentist chair and asked me why I thought I had an abscess. I told her my reasons. She said, “well, let’s see if that’s really what is going on.” She took a look and gasped quietly, “oh yeah, that’s definitely an abscess…” She asked me about my situation. As I told her that I only had so many dollars that I could spend and that even that much was going to wipe me out… I suddenly started crying. She asked if I was afraid of dentists. I explained it wasn’t that - but instead I was scared that I would have enough money to find out what was wrong, but not enough to do anything about it. Until the moment I started crying, I didn’t realize how afraid I had been. (Being the research hound that I am, I was very aware of how very, very bad things can turn for you if you don’t get an abscess treated.)
She left to talk to the dentist and shortly they both returned. The doctor explained that the tooth had to come out and it needed to be today…
The infection was so bad, it had already punched a hole through the bone and the infection was moving in my jawbone.
My stomach flipped. I didn’t have the money for an extraction procedure. But before I could even think another thought, the doctor said: “I’ll do the extraction today for the money you have.” And he started right in.
Tooth gone, infection drained and a wad of gauze in my mouth, I stood at the receptionist’s window with tears of gratitude and relief.
Last night and today, I’ve felt like a survivor or refugee of my experience and I’m still very sore… but I’m recovering.