"All i want for christmas is my .... #20 molar tooth?"
Hello dearies!
So today i have once again been reminded why i will NEVER EVER follow in my dad's footsteps to becoming a periodontist. GROSS! The torture of growing up in the same house with a gum surgeon still gives me nightmares today. ok, so that's a lie, but on numerous occasions I would walk into the living room and see my dad watching what i thought was innocent and non-life-scaring tv. Foolishly, i would walk closer thinking it might be a fun Disney show but NOOOOO. i was deceivingly lured in, only to discover that my dad was in fact watching a video on types of gum surgery that he is sent in the mail periodically. maybe its just me, but thinking my dad was watching the mickey mouse club only to discover that it is a actually a close up of some one's mouth being sliced with a razor blade was a bit traumatizing. I guess its good he likes what he does, i have to admit having a surgeon who is half-assed is much worse.
So the reason for this explanation of my dad and his profession is that I finally got my long awaited implant today... woo hoo?!? Yes thats right, i am missing a tooth (#20 to be exact) because i never had an adult one to take the place of the baby molar. I will spare yall the details but i literally have a freaking screw that is drilled into my jaw bone at this time. its not that tiny either. I was completely numb in the mouth but it felt like he was building an arts and crafts center in there with all the freaking vibration of the drill and the tools he was using ... including a mini ratchet to make sure it is tightly secured. yeah, no lie ...
-doesnt that just make you cringe? "merry christmas Kelsey, your SCREWED" -haha, that doesnt really makes any sense but i get a kick out of it. i swear, I, as well as my brother and sister are guinea pigs in the disturbing world of dentistry.
humbug
but not really
I love yall dearly!
-k
So today i have once again been reminded why i will NEVER EVER follow in my dad's footsteps to becoming a periodontist. GROSS! The torture of growing up in the same house with a gum surgeon still gives me nightmares today. ok, so that's a lie, but on numerous occasions I would walk into the living room and see my dad watching what i thought was innocent and non-life-scaring tv. Foolishly, i would walk closer thinking it might be a fun Disney show but NOOOOO. i was deceivingly lured in, only to discover that my dad was in fact watching a video on types of gum surgery that he is sent in the mail periodically. maybe its just me, but thinking my dad was watching the mickey mouse club only to discover that it is a actually a close up of some one's mouth being sliced with a razor blade was a bit traumatizing. I guess its good he likes what he does, i have to admit having a surgeon who is half-assed is much worse.
So the reason for this explanation of my dad and his profession is that I finally got my long awaited implant today... woo hoo?!? Yes thats right, i am missing a tooth (#20 to be exact) because i never had an adult one to take the place of the baby molar. I will spare yall the details but i literally have a freaking screw that is drilled into my jaw bone at this time. its not that tiny either. I was completely numb in the mouth but it felt like he was building an arts and crafts center in there with all the freaking vibration of the drill and the tools he was using ... including a mini ratchet to make sure it is tightly secured. yeah, no lie ...
-doesnt that just make you cringe? "merry christmas Kelsey, your SCREWED" -haha, that doesnt really makes any sense but i get a kick out of it. i swear, I, as well as my brother and sister are guinea pigs in the disturbing world of dentistry.
humbug
but not really
I love yall dearly!
-k