I bit on a nut and a crown I had pushed way up and made me bleed. My eyes watered and since then I am all congested (mostly on that side. Is this due to a pierced sinus? who do I go to? I am seeing a guy for an crown implant but shoudl I see a different doctor for thsi sinus problem? Does it sound liek a hole?

I doubt that you pushed the tooth up into the sinus. the upper molars and premolars do, however, often project into the maxillary sinus, but there is usually a thin layer of bone, as well as the lining of the sinus. for you to have pierced the sinus, the entire tooth would have to be moveable not just side to side, but also up and down. If that's the case, that tooth needs to come out. I don't think the two are related, unless, like I said, that tooth can be moved up and down in the socket, so I would see an MD for the sinus problem, and your Dentist for the crown. Hope this helps

Anytime the windows are open, or any wind is present, my molars and entire back part of the jaw hurt. I took some antibiotics to treat this, and if I drink anything cold, the pain comes back. is this an infection, or is this a lower nerve problem? Someone else in the house is beginning to develop the same symptoms, mostly headaches and pain in the back teeth.

Lockjaw. I’m clenching my jaw so tight that my back molars won’t close together. 

I’m not sure if it’s my psychosomatic response to  this ordeal.  As in, every fiber in me would much rather yell obscenities at the top of my lungs at this disease and my fate. but decorum and knowing it won’t help much keeps my mouth closed tight.

Or is lockjaw a side effect?  One of the symptoms listed on the prescription profiles they sent home with me. Joint pain, I remember hearing. only, I expected joint pain in my knees or my elbows.  not my jaw.

Why not call the doctor or the nurse, you ask?  Well, I’m reluctant.  the last time I complained about nausea, I was readily given steroids that make my legs twitch so much I could barely sleep and my stomach growled every two hours. I couldn’t be starving; I felt like I was eating like a horse.

There seems to be a shelf-ful of drugs to help one symptom. only to cause another.

And the truth is: I don’t think I’m going to get through chemotherapy without feeling shitty. I mean, I expect I’m going to feel like crap.  this toxic stuff can’t be doing an overhaul on my living cells without battering me up a bit. So this part of their job–making me feel like silly putty put through a noodle maker–probably is gonna be what it’s gonna be.

I’m making do. Last night, I soaked granola in soy milk for twenty minutes until it was a soggy, easy mess to eat.  at lunch, I crushed stone wheat thins into steaming homemade soup. Who needs teeth?  Or rather, who needs a lot of teeth. Tonight, I sliced the kernels of corn off the cob with a knife and ate them slowly–wiggling them around in my mouth to hit the right innermost molars, the only two that touch in the back of my mouth.

I feel somehow my struggle is a way to fight back, get even, and at least not give in.  like I can handle what I’m being dished, at least as best as I can.

Then again, it’s me at three and a half weeks talking.  I like to sound strong. Because who knows who I will be in two days, let alone two weeks.