They have relined my partial. I suppose that's like relining automobile brakes? Anyway, it's supposed to be better. I hope so.
In later life, Enrico Fermi supposedly expressed the belief that all political change was for the worse. Any more, that's how I feel about dentistry past the most basic prevention and treatment, as well as about any attempt to do anything about my maigraines/left-side face pain.
My M.D. has got onto that last bit, with the slightly-addled optimism of someone who has never read the complete, thick file, and her most recent effort, one of those stupid damn anti-depressants they hand out to fibromyalgia sufferers* and on the package insert, in at least 24-point type, it says, MAY MAKE YOU SUICIDAL. MAY WORSEN DEPRESSION. I'm not taking that stuff. I have, in the past, long ago, been almost that depressed and I'm not going back there. I'm not even taking a chance of going back there. Ibuprofen, acetaminophen and aspirin are sold at at every drug store, five-and-dime, grocery store, convenience store and corner gas station; it's even free from the first-aid cabinet at work and if those drugs don't make the pain go all the way away, they do well enough just about all of the time. And they don't make you wake up wishing the planet could be improved by your absence.
Even if the choice was only between feeling pain and feeling depressed, I'd take the pain, 'cos the other is way worse. Instead, it's between those things and one more option, having to be careful to not take too much of common, over the counter drugs. I'm not saying they are safe for long-term, high-dose use (some studies say ibuprofen contributes to heart disease and we all know about the overdose dangers of acetaminophen) but they don't seem to be rewiring people's heads for the worse. Next time I see the doc, I'm taking my headaches off the table and if she doesn't like that, I'll have to find another doc and just not tell 'em.
* I'm not saying that's not a real thing -- who am I to talk, after all, with my chronic pain with apparently no findable cause? -- but people diagnosed with it are most certainly one of the favorite targets of those gawshawful drug-pushing ads on the TV, with twenty seconds of happy scenes and forty seconds of Dire Warnings read in a rapid monotone over still images of pastoral settings. Y'know, if the stuff was so wonderfully wonderful, M.D.s would be pushing it high, wide and mighty, 'cos they are the kinds of people who are nagged by unsolved problems. Since they're not -- Ahem. The corollary should be obvious.
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