Teeth, they bloody hurt
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Teeth.... they bloody hurt. I’ve definitely got gum disease of some kind, I think they might already be too far gone (past gingivitis), somehow my dentist has never commented on them every time I’ve complained about my bleeding gums. He is a 
so I need to change dentist.
I’ve tried Corsodyl to no avail... my bite is uncomfortable and my gums are bleeding even more. I don’t want to diagnose myself but I’m worried ive already gone past the gingivitis stage... fk my life.
I think I might have “moderate periodontis” whatever that means. I’ve noticed my bottom teeth look longer over the past couple of...years
Anyone else seen dental pain during lockdown?
so I need to change dentist.I’ve tried Corsodyl to no avail... my bite is uncomfortable and my gums are bleeding even more. I don’t want to diagnose myself but I’m worried ive already gone past the gingivitis stage... f
k my life.I think I might have “moderate periodontis” whatever that means. I’ve noticed my bottom teeth look longer over the past couple of...years
Anyone else seen dental pain during lockdown?
Sorry to hear your problems, OP.
We had an 9 month check-up scheduled for 23 March, first day of lockdown - so that got cancelled. Bit annoying because I was aware of a slight issue which hs now been compounded for 105 days.
Fortunately, we have at least got an appointment re-scheduled for next Monday.
Just as a very simple suggestion, OP, gargle a few times a week with very salty water.
https://www.guardiandirect.com/resources/articles/...
On the subject of self diagnosing, there is a medical / literary term for reading a medical book or (googling) and convincing yourself you are doomed
https://www.bmj.com/content/339/bmj.b4194.full
Behind paywall but you probably know the quote / get the gist:
edit to add full quote
“I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment of which I had a touch – hay fever, I fancy it was. I got down the book, and read all I came to read; and then, in an unthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolently study diseases, generally. I forget which was the first distemper I plunged into – some fearful, devastating scourge, I know – and, before I had glanced half down the list of “premonitory symptoms,” it was borne in upon me that I had fairly got it.
I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever – read the symptoms – discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it – wondered what else I had got; turned up St. Vitus’s Dance – found, as I expected, that I had that too, – began to get interested in my case, and determined to sift it to the bottom, and so started alphabetically – read up ague, and learnt that I was sickening for it, and that the acute stage would commence in about another fortnight. Bright’s disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with. I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid’s knee.
...
I had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled out a decrepit wreck.
I went to my medical man. He is an old chum of mine, and feels my pulse, and looks at my tongue, and talks about the weather, all for nothing, when I fancy I’m ill; so I thought I would do him a good turn by going to him now. “What a doctor wants,” I said, “is practice. He shall have me. He will get more practice out of me than out of seventeen hundred of your ordinary, commonplace patients, with only one or two diseases each.” So I went straight up and saw him, and he said:
“Well, what’s the matter with you?”
I said:
“I will not take up your time, dear boy, with telling you what is the matter with me. Life is brief, and you might pass away before I had finished. But I will tell you what is NOT the matter with me. I have not got housemaid’s knee. Why I have not got housemaid’s knee, I cannot tell you; but the fact remains that I have not got it. Everything else, however, I HAVE got.”
And I told him how I came to discover it all.
Then he opened me and looked down me, and clutched hold of my wrist, and then he hit me over the chest when I wasn’t expecting it – a cowardly thing to do, I call it – and immediately afterwards butted me with the side of his head. After that, he sat down and wrote out a prescription, and folded it up and gave it me, and I put it in my pocket and went out.
I did not open it. I took it to the nearest chemist’s, and handed it in. The man read it, and then handed it back.
He said he didn’t keep it.
I said:
“You are a chemist?”
He said:
“I am a chemist. If I was a co-operative stores and family hotel combined, I might be able to oblige you. Being only a chemist hampers me.”
I read the prescription. It ran:
“1 lb. beefsteak, with
1 pt. bitter beer
every 6 hours.
1 ten-mile walk every morning.
1 bed at 11 sharp every night.
And don’t stuff up your head with things you don’t understand.”
I followed the directions, with the happy result – speaking for myself – that my life was preserved, and is still going on.”
? Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat
We had an 9 month check-up scheduled for 23 March, first day of lockdown - so that got cancelled. Bit annoying because I was aware of a slight issue which hs now been compounded for 105 days.
Fortunately, we have at least got an appointment re-scheduled for next Monday.
Just as a very simple suggestion, OP, gargle a few times a week with very salty water.
https://www.guardiandirect.com/resources/articles/...
On the subject of self diagnosing, there is a medical / literary term for reading a medical book or (googling) and convincing yourself you are doomed
https://www.bmj.com/content/339/bmj.b4194.full
Behind paywall but you probably know the quote / get the gist:
edit to add full quote
“I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment of which I had a touch – hay fever, I fancy it was. I got down the book, and read all I came to read; and then, in an unthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolently study diseases, generally. I forget which was the first distemper I plunged into – some fearful, devastating scourge, I know – and, before I had glanced half down the list of “premonitory symptoms,” it was borne in upon me that I had fairly got it.
I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever – read the symptoms – discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it – wondered what else I had got; turned up St. Vitus’s Dance – found, as I expected, that I had that too, – began to get interested in my case, and determined to sift it to the bottom, and so started alphabetically – read up ague, and learnt that I was sickening for it, and that the acute stage would commence in about another fortnight. Bright’s disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with. I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid’s knee.
...
I had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled out a decrepit wreck.
I went to my medical man. He is an old chum of mine, and feels my pulse, and looks at my tongue, and talks about the weather, all for nothing, when I fancy I’m ill; so I thought I would do him a good turn by going to him now. “What a doctor wants,” I said, “is practice. He shall have me. He will get more practice out of me than out of seventeen hundred of your ordinary, commonplace patients, with only one or two diseases each.” So I went straight up and saw him, and he said:
“Well, what’s the matter with you?”
I said:
“I will not take up your time, dear boy, with telling you what is the matter with me. Life is brief, and you might pass away before I had finished. But I will tell you what is NOT the matter with me. I have not got housemaid’s knee. Why I have not got housemaid’s knee, I cannot tell you; but the fact remains that I have not got it. Everything else, however, I HAVE got.”
And I told him how I came to discover it all.
Then he opened me and looked down me, and clutched hold of my wrist, and then he hit me over the chest when I wasn’t expecting it – a cowardly thing to do, I call it – and immediately afterwards butted me with the side of his head. After that, he sat down and wrote out a prescription, and folded it up and gave it me, and I put it in my pocket and went out.
I did not open it. I took it to the nearest chemist’s, and handed it in. The man read it, and then handed it back.
He said he didn’t keep it.
I said:
“You are a chemist?”
He said:
“I am a chemist. If I was a co-operative stores and family hotel combined, I might be able to oblige you. Being only a chemist hampers me.”
I read the prescription. It ran:
“1 lb. beefsteak, with
1 pt. bitter beer
every 6 hours.
1 ten-mile walk every morning.
1 bed at 11 sharp every night.
And don’t stuff up your head with things you don’t understand.”
I followed the directions, with the happy result – speaking for myself – that my life was preserved, and is still going on.”
? Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat
Edited by alfaspecial on Tuesday 7th July 03:02
Edited by alfaspecial on Tuesday 7th July 03:05
Edited by alfaspecial on Tuesday 7th July 03:07
bristolbaron said:
Smiled at that - years since I've heard Stanley Holloway. He actually wrote this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0Fdaqxlk0g (performed, in this case, by Tom Baker)sleepera6 said:
Teeth.... they bloody hurt. I’ve definitely got gum disease of some kind, I think they might already be too far gone (past gingivitis), somehow my dentist has never commented on them every time I’ve complained about my bleeding gums. He is a so I need to change dentist.
I’ve tried Corsodyl to no avail... my bite is uncomfortable and my gums are bleeding even more. I don’t want to diagnose myself but I’m worried ive already gone past the gingivitis stage... fk my life.
I think I might have “moderate periodontis” whatever that means. I’ve noticed my bottom teeth look longer over the past couple of...years
Anyone else seen dental pain during lockdown?
Gum disease is rarely painful even in its advanced stages. The cause of the pain may be something to do with your bite. Are you aware of grinding your teeth? Do any teeth feel loose? Is it worse in the morning? Do you suffer from headaches? so I need to change dentist.I’ve tried Corsodyl to no avail... my bite is uncomfortable and my gums are bleeding even more. I don’t want to diagnose myself but I’m worried ive already gone past the gingivitis stage... f
k my life.I think I might have “moderate periodontis” whatever that means. I’ve noticed my bottom teeth look longer over the past couple of...years
Anyone else seen dental pain during lockdown?
A trip to the dentist is certainly in order.
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