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Wednesday, December 3, 2003

   For Rusty': A Tale of Torn-out Teeth . . . . . Part 1!
Well, our beloved Rusty's gotten his wisdoms out, and he seems to be in "a bit" of pain. I did the whole thing too, though I don't complain about it as much . . . but still, I know how he feels. So Rusty, buddy, this one's for you . . . the story of how SomeGuy lost four teeth to the happy hands of the dentist . . . . . now, this might get a bit juicy, so if you don't wanna get into this sort of bloodletting, well . . . . . I'll just apologize beforehand, since many of you'll probably read ahead anyway . . .


So, it was the day after I had turned 19. I went to the dentist to get my top wisdom teeth taken out. I went in, saw my dentist, and said to him, "you're looking forward to today, aren't you?" He replied, "Well, I get paid more!"

So I sat in the chair, he stuck me with the needle to freeze me (I think I sorta grunted at the last injection [the roof of the mouth pinches like a bitch!]), and after a while I started tapping my cheek. I said to my doc, "yup, feeling's all gone." He then said to me, "stop doing that! You can't feel how hard you're hitting, and if you bruise yourself, I get in trouble!" I laughed and stopped. Yes, I was sitting in a dentist chair and I laughed.

Well, they got to work . . . all of my wisdoms were under the gum, so they had to knife through the gum to get to it; the words were, "don't move, these instruments are sharp . . ." I must say the scalpel felt rather interesting when my mouth was frozen. I mean, you feel something traveling along the top curvature of the tooth underneath, but you totally don't notice it going through the gum! Heehee . . . ah, what fun times . . .

So the guy gets the pliers out (well, I figure they were pliers of some sort), jams 'em into my mouth, clamps down, and just sorta starts twistin' a bit . . . . . LOTS of pressure, I gotta tell ya . . . I may or may not have groaned lightly from it, I forget . . . in any case, the thing came out, I sorta raised my fist up in triumph . . . and my dentist said something like, "wow, this is a big tooth! Has three . . . no, four roots . . . big roots!"

I then sorta sat up to look . . . and yeah, gigantic bloody tooth, all in one piece . . . . . and the roots were windswept! They were all curved in like a willow that had been under heavy wind for years! It was so cool!

So then, it was on to the other side - more of the same, pretty much . . .

Then came the stitches . . . then the rolled up things of gauze . . . . . and then that was that! I was told to leave those there for a few hours, to buy some Tylenol 3's if I felt I needed them (was already on antibiotics by this point), and yeah.

The next few days were spent eating soft foods, gargling salt water, and getting used to the new topography of my upper mouth . . . man, it feels different after that! And yeah, after a while, the stitches started dissolving (which they were supposed to do), and they started hanging funny in my mouth . . . creeped the hell outta me! I think I actually stuck scissors into my mouth to clip it!

But yeah, after a while, things got less troublesome, my mouth didn't hurt as much . . . though to be fair, they didn't really hurt all that much to start with . . . . . but yeah, that was fun . . .

And in the week after that, I get to get my bottoms out! Whee!


(To be continued . . . . .)
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