The affair of the molar....
A week ago, my cracked molar decided to crack once more. Much to my surprise. What I did next as a result of my molar's attempt at freedom was a bit extreme. I took out my mini leatherman and yanked that piece of tooth out of my head. I did not account for the dizzying feeling and blood loss to almost do me in. (SILLY ME!) So, I go to the dentist the next day to remove the remainder of the decaying shell of my tooth. Doc can't pull it because there is not enough tooth above the gum line. I have to schedule an appointment with the oral surgeon. Every fricking appointment that I have to make is increasing the amount of cash I am going to shell out for this damned tooth!
The oral surgeon was fucking AWESOME. If only all of my dental visits could be so fucking nice. He shook my hand, shot me up with novocaine, checked me for optimum numbness and split my tooth, removed both pieces and shook my hand again in the span of 30 minutes. It sort of felt as if my mouth was serviced by a prostitute. Worked my mouth over and I handed him money for his effort. Hmm. I am just rambling now. 500mg of Vicodin will make you ramble...
The oral surgeon was fucking AWESOME. If only all of my dental visits could be so fucking nice. He shook my hand, shot me up with novocaine, checked me for optimum numbness and split my tooth, removed both pieces and shook my hand again in the span of 30 minutes. It sort of felt as if my mouth was serviced by a prostitute. Worked my mouth over and I handed him money for his effort. Hmm. I am just rambling now. 500mg of Vicodin will make you ramble...