The dentist had trouble removing my last wisdom tooth. The top-left one pretty much popped right out (along with the filling on the tooth in front of it. see you again Monday morning, Doc!), but the bottom-left one was holding on for dear life. This was the least "erupted" of all of them, and the one I was dreading the most, so I wasn't entirely surprised.
I was, however, surprised when he stuck the large fancy dental pliers in my mouth one more time and the tooth popped out like a watermelon seed at a spittin' contest (too... much... time... in... Florida!). I laughed, a hearty single "HA!" at the sight of the dentist recoiling in horror and the click click as it bounced on the floor. It also felt it hit my hair on the way down, and checked for a bloody toothprint when I got home, but there was none.
Anyway, I'm home now, most of the numbness having worn off. I still hate the taste of blood (remedy: lots of water drinking - but not swishing), and am still grossed out by the same things that grossed me out last time. Luckily for me, the tooth I'm having the most trouble with is also on the left side, so I'm thinking I'll be on solid food on the right side faster than I was last time.
For now, bring on the yogurt and pudding! (whilst I enjoy the smell of Scott's lunch)
2 comments:
enticing title, great payoff in the reading! LOL, loved it!
Funny! Glad you were able to laugh about it.
I hope your recovery is equally quick this time around!
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