I’ve read a few articles by Paul Thompson about his dental ordeal, most recently “It’s Like Pulling Teeth“. I feel his pain. Or I should say, I used to feel his pain. A few years ago, I had all my upper teeth pulled. After years of acid reflux disease (which I cured myself of, by the way) damage, there wasn’t enough of my real teeth left to save even if I wanted to save them. I still have most of my lower teeth, but I’m losing them one by one. Usually at a rate of one every couple of years. I don’t miss any of them because I can’t remember not having pain in one tooth or another as far back as the day I joined the military (and that was more than 36 years ago).
Why do Dentists Check for Hypertension?
It’s simple. They don’t want us to have a stroke while they’re torturing us with their equipment. Most of the time, it does indeed feel like torture and it doesn’t matter if they’re cleaning teeth, filling teeth or pulling teeth. There’s one thing I found out the last time I had a lower tooth pulled. A lot of the pain was caused by an infection around the tooth being extracted. I’m told more people (at my age) have infections than people who don’t.
It was so bad the first time I tried to get a certain tooth pulled that the dentist refused to go any further. I was juiced up with the numbing agent and it still hurt like hell. I went home and took vitamin C (ascorbic acid) tablets every day for over a month before I went back to the dentist. It didn’t hurt at all on the second try.
I remember when hypertension was called high blood pressure. It still is in some circles, just not in dentist circles. Every time I go to a dentist, I’m checked for hypertension and they always tell me I have borderline hypertension. Well, do I have hypertension or not? That’s the question I always ask and they always repeat themselves. That’s when I look at their readings and the chart that tells them where the border is. I’ve always been below that mark, so I’ve never had hypertension. Nevertheless, I act like I do when I’m at home and I do things that are supposed to lower it. Like getting some form of exercise every single day. Drinking tanglad (lemon grass) tea a few times a week. You know, things like that. Actually, I don’t have to seek exercise. My knees tell me that going up and down the stairs in my house is more than enough exercise every day. Still, I like to get out and take a walk down the street almost every day when it isn’t raining.
If I ever really do cross the border into hypertension country, I’ll probably choose to buy the over-the-counter hypertension medicine (sildenafil). I’m sure I’d enjoy the primary side effect as much as lowering or eradicating hypertension. It’s also cheaper now that you can buy it generically than when it was still under a Pfizer patent.
My mother-in-law takes prescription hypertension medicine and it’s way more expensive. I’m almost sure what would work for me wouldn’t work for her. I’m old, but she’s ancient.