977: Tales from a tooth-removee
Never got around to the whole "Four Down, Zero To Go" post, so that will come later... at some unexpected date. Last night when I finally got to sleep, I set my alarm for 9am, but this morning I snoozed after snoozing so many times that I didn't actually get up until after 10, and therefore wasn't up (and dressed/ready etc) until 10.30. This was somewhat panicky because I had a lecture at 11... but ONOZ, pwnd myself something good. Just checked my timetable two minutes before I was heading off, and it says 12. Dayuuum.
Over the weekend, me and Han made some brownies, delicious they were! *munch* We also saw The Bucket List on Saturday, and throughout the entire weekend, I was - involuntarily - making horrible slurping noises. Last Thursday on my subsequent Dentist visit, I regaled the dentist of my story of woe about my constant tooth pain, and she said "Yo' foo' you be trippin'! That tooth gotta get outta' there somethin' fast!" She proceed to stick her weird tools in my mouth and rip that "sucka'" out.
Unfortunately, my dentist isn't Mr T (but that would be freaking amazing). The experience, all in all, was freaking bizarre. First the needles - ugh, I hate needles. First one on the top wasn't so bad, but it makes me cringe to think about that sharp thing going in my mouth and then feeling it prick in to my gums - my hands clammed up around the arm rests. The next one was similar, just to the right of the broken tooth. Also, pretty bad, but bearable. The last went underneath my gums, and was l'horriblé! I cannot put words to describe the horrible, combined feelings of "I hate needles" and "Oh my god, that hurts". Sixty seconds later, my mouth felt about the size of a football, so I took that as a good sign I was number than a nun.
The "extraction" was the weird bit - taking about 5-10 minutes (I was not counting). Even though I had some pretty damn strong anaesthetics, I could feel everything. No pain, I could just feel the tooth being removed. And she wiggled it, and struggled at it, and yanked it and she pulled at it over and over. All the time, noises in my ear were going CRACK CRACK CRACK.
Then I suddenly felt a big gush, and it was... out already. And then I chewed on some cotton wool for a few minutes to stop the bleeding. It stopped, but of course the minute I stepped outside, it started again, and by the time I was home, blood was seeping out of my mouth all over the place. Induced drowsiness from the needles and the fact I had a tooth removed made me just want to sleep for forty hours. Lectures were all "Othry, aye 'ad my 'ooth 'aken out" but Friday was pretty crap, with a meeting with our group's client meaning lots of speaking.
Still, several days down the line, I'm sick and tired of the hot salt-water mouthwashes (bleaurgh!) and the constant slurping of surplus saliva, but its starting to kick in, hopefully the weird feelings and pain will reside and the gum will heal over.
Decadency!
Over the weekend, me and Han made some brownies, delicious they were! *munch* We also saw The Bucket List on Saturday, and throughout the entire weekend, I was - involuntarily - making horrible slurping noises. Last Thursday on my subsequent Dentist visit, I regaled the dentist of my story of woe about my constant tooth pain, and she said "Yo' foo' you be trippin'! That tooth gotta get outta' there somethin' fast!" She proceed to stick her weird tools in my mouth and rip that "sucka'" out.
Unfortunately, my dentist isn't Mr T (but that would be freaking amazing). The experience, all in all, was freaking bizarre. First the needles - ugh, I hate needles. First one on the top wasn't so bad, but it makes me cringe to think about that sharp thing going in my mouth and then feeling it prick in to my gums - my hands clammed up around the arm rests. The next one was similar, just to the right of the broken tooth. Also, pretty bad, but bearable. The last went underneath my gums, and was l'horriblé! I cannot put words to describe the horrible, combined feelings of "I hate needles" and "Oh my god, that hurts". Sixty seconds later, my mouth felt about the size of a football, so I took that as a good sign I was number than a nun.
The "extraction" was the weird bit - taking about 5-10 minutes (I was not counting). Even though I had some pretty damn strong anaesthetics, I could feel everything. No pain, I could just feel the tooth being removed. And she wiggled it, and struggled at it, and yanked it and she pulled at it over and over. All the time, noises in my ear were going CRACK CRACK CRACK.
Then I suddenly felt a big gush, and it was... out already. And then I chewed on some cotton wool for a few minutes to stop the bleeding. It stopped, but of course the minute I stepped outside, it started again, and by the time I was home, blood was seeping out of my mouth all over the place. Induced drowsiness from the needles and the fact I had a tooth removed made me just want to sleep for forty hours. Lectures were all "Othry, aye 'ad my 'ooth 'aken out" but Friday was pretty crap, with a meeting with our group's client meaning lots of speaking.
Still, several days down the line, I'm sick and tired of the hot salt-water mouthwashes (bleaurgh!) and the constant slurping of surplus saliva, but its starting to kick in, hopefully the weird feelings and pain will reside and the gum will heal over.
Decadency!