Tuesday afternoon was a trip to the dentist to get a wisdom tooth removed. (I have a story about my wisdom teeth, I nearly went to war with the dental clinic at Lowry AFB in Denver back in '82-'83 time frame, I'll regale you with that tale someday. POCIR.)
In the meantime, a different tooth which I had had a root canal done on some time ago (shortly after the last woolly mammoth had perished) decided last year that a crack down in that defunct root would be just the thing. Doc said, "If that starts to bother you, it'll have to come out..."
Yes. It has started to bother me. So I figured, since the oral surgeon is going to be rooting around in there anyway...
Okay, so apparently I am actually a giant wuss. I am providing this update to a yet to be published post after extraction of a single wisdom tooth. The anesthetic has yet to wear off and The Missus Herself is off to the pharmacy to get me some pharmaceuticals which are advertised as somewhat heavy duty pain killers.
I sit here typing, trying not to drool blood all over my shirt front even though I have what feels like a giant wad of gauze in my mouth. It's not that big, it just feels like it. No doubt that's the anesthetic. I feel it my duty to keep you, Our Loyal Readers, informed and up to date as to the state of my oral health. Or something.
As I sit here, I can feel the pain starting to make itself noticed. It's not quite there yet, just over the horizon so to speak. I breathlessly await the cavalry who must be, I hope, bearing pain killers.
Actually the Doc was quite good. Hardly felt a thing when he was pulling the tooth, not even pressure, just minor electrical impulses as though the nerve was saying, "Hey! Hey, brain! HEY BRAIN THERE'S SOME METAL THING HERE RIPPING A TOOTH OUT OF OUR JAW!!! Ain't you gonna scream or something?"
"Hello? Earth to brain! Hello?"
Okay, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. And it was just the one tooth, Doc said to hold off on the other one as it wasn't that bad. Truth be told, the niggling little twinge I felt when brushing my teeth pre-extraction wasn't as bad as the "Oh my God, what was that, did that hurt or what?" I felt last night.
We shall see, we shall see.
I confess, I am a total wimp when it comes to dentistry. Sad innit?
Gauze is out and I am sans gory drool.
However, it feels like a horse kicked me in the side of my face.
I can't imagine what this would feel like without the pain killers.
Yup, complete and total dental sissy.