Two weeks of toothache. Waiting for an appointment at the dentist. A long weekend before I can get in.
I’d toughed it out long enough and when my appointment came around early this morning, I was ready for whatever they had to do to give some relief. X-rays, fillings, extraction, general anaesthetic and emergency surgery – just fix this tooth and let me live without that nagging, dull ache that was starting to turn me into monster material. I was even prepared to suffer through the dribble-drool I went through last time I visited the dentist.
So when I arrived at the surgery today I was mentally prepared to undergo some serious dental work for a bit of relief, despite the toothache – typically – not making an appearance. I settled into the chair, my bib was attached, safety glasses were ensconced. As the hum of the electric chair (dentophobia, much?) lowered me into a helpless, horizontal position, I explained the location, duration, intensity and frequency of my toothache before opening to say AHHHHHHH and clenching my hands into fists.
In went the mirror, and a prodding implement. More questioning (“Does this hurt?” “Uhnhunh” “What about this?” Nuhnhuh” “What did you get up to on the weekend?” “Uhn ehnt a arh unk i ehn.” “It’s the lower right molar, second from the back?” “Uhnhuh.). Two x-rays follow and some keen inspection of the resulting image on the computer. Then the verdict.
“There seems to be nothing in the x-ray that would indicate a toothache. Maybe there’s an exposed nerve – I see a little receding of the gum there. Here’s some desensitising paste. That will be $90 thanks.”
As I left the building and hopped into the car to head to work, a light throbbing began in the lower right molar, second from the back. All day it reminded me of the failed visit of the morning and when I arrived home later in the afternoon, medicinal relief was required.
And so, surveying the medical cabinet and deeming it insufficient for my mental and physical anguish (okay, anguish is a bit strong, maybe more ongoing discomfort and medium levels of irritation), I turn to the booze cupboard. And there it is. (cue refrain from Powderfinger’s “My Happiness” as my eyes find the bottle.)
I decide to self-medicate and pour two fingers into a small glass and add a couple of cubes of ice. And then I sip. True, it may not have stopped the toothache entirely, but as that silky smooth liquor slid down my throat, there was a definite easing of tension. So just what did I prescribe?
Shall I say that again? Mocha tequila.
If your experience of tequila has been limited to shots, slammers or lick, sip, suck you’re missing out. This mocha tequila by Sesion is a dreamy drink with dental and mental benefits. Well that’s how it worked out for me.
NOTE: No payment or free tequila was received by me as a result of me mentioning Sesion tequila. Sadly. No, it’s just a lovely drop – muy bueno amigas.