It’s lunch and am solo in the office: No i didn’t intend to be solo here – It’s more like, i can’t eat.
I want to, but i can’t!!
I took last week off (Note: don’t take leave in July/August: the nights are just to short!!), but unlike most off’s it wasn’t going to be lazy-chilling, it was back to the Dentist-week. Sooo i shall start where all stories begin…in the middle…
4 Teeth extracted between the hours of 1pm and 2pm.
They said “You will need to remove 4 teeth”
TRP – “Will it hurt”
They said “It will, but there is nothing you can do, please have a seat, we will call you when we are ready”
15 nerve-racking minutes later, nurse asks ‘ TRP?’
TRP examines the floor, notices the ceiling is clean…nurse asks again ‘TRP?’
With every fibre in my being, I gather my already scattered limbs – ‘Here…’
Nice Cute Dentist: ‘So how are you today?’ ‘Scared’ – I whisper…
After trying to make me feel comfortable in the uncomfortably chair – I glanced at that work table… The NEEDLE!!!!! You guy, it was LONG!!!!
So we start: 8 injections – Round One
The two premolars top jaw are popped out…
‘2 more to go TRP, You are doing great’
He gets his ‘magalo’ (medical pliers or whatever they call them), and attempts to pull out the right premolar on the lower jaw. Arms and Limbs fly through the air!
‘Sorry he says’ Gets another needle…2 more injections….He trys the other side: same thing happened. So he also injects AGAIN!! He waits a few minutes, then tries again.
You know what the very bright cute guy does…
In a very calm and soothing voice: ‘We have to numb the whole jaw’
If my jaw could have dropped it would have…..then he gets another needle to the corner in my little mouth, wiggle wiggle, push, wiggle wiggle….after he had done it to both sides…and got everything out and in (blood, cotton)
“The bleeding should stop in about 4 hours”….so i leave, walk looking for transport: buy a hankie on my way and cover my mouth (Lower jaw is still numb at this time)
So i jump into a taxi and head home – half way there i notice, the chick next to me…she don wanna push up next to me…I shrug and mind my own business. When i got home, I saw what the lady was looking at in my mirror.
A bloody drool……