Seven Minus 17
It has been one week since tooth number 17 has been extracted. Number 17, is the lower left wisdom tooth (upper right if you are viewing me while hanging upside down from a chandelier). My dentist was insistent, sighting the ivory as the root
of my oral discomfort. With advances in medical science, my procrastination is understandable. Unfortunately, no laser disintegration technique has come to light, so I was forced to settle for an old-fashioned break-it-up and pull-it-out extraction.
I was warned of the post-operative swelling, bleeding and soreness. But I was not warned about the separation anxiety. Sort o' miss how that little chomper would wake me up at 4 AM with a sudden pain, after a nocturnal grind of he teeth. Or the whole back of my jaw would ache when the small chasm in the tooth met with cold air.
Not that much though. Time to tend to that neighboring molar. Perhaps that laser is being perfected as I type.
of my oral discomfort. With advances in medical science, my procrastination is understandable. Unfortunately, no laser disintegration technique has come to light, so I was forced to settle for an old-fashioned break-it-up and pull-it-out extraction.
I was warned of the post-operative swelling, bleeding and soreness. But I was not warned about the separation anxiety. Sort o' miss how that little chomper would wake me up at 4 AM with a sudden pain, after a nocturnal grind of he teeth. Or the whole back of my jaw would ache when the small chasm in the tooth met with cold air.
Not that much though. Time to tend to that neighboring molar. Perhaps that laser is being perfected as I type.