Jul 18 2004
Dentist #2
Not so fun this time.1. Arrive slightly early.
2. Told that “oh no we cant do anything with out the xrays”
3. Race home ans dig through my crap to fine them. Nice of them to tell me this last time.
4. Hand them in and sit down with five minutes or so to spare.
5. Sit in the waiting room for the next hour.
Fine they are busy, something took longer on a patient before me. I can accept and understand this. However the available entertainment consisted of the following:
House and garden magazine.
Track and field magazine.
Vogue.
Better homes and gardens.
Big book of smiles – Dental before and after photos.
Oh and Australian wedding magazine.
Fantastic. I sat there for almost an hour listening to people having their teeth drilled and that Shhhhhtttttchhhhhhhhh noise of the spit sucker.
Eventually it was my turn. Number on my tooth. Three needles in my gums.
…
The tooth didn’t want to come out.
The assistant had to hold my head.
YANK.
YANK.
CRACK.
CRUNCH.
YANK.
Mmmmmmmmmm!!!!!
“It’s almost out”
Crunchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
“you might feel a little pressure”
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm reallymm ?
Looked at this tooth. Looked fine to me. Bleh. It was an experience anyway.
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Went home, fell asleep eventually. When I woke up, I tried to cough, my tongue, floor and roof of my mouth at the back were stuck together with dried blood.
Ripping sound, ribbon of blood in my hand.
Spat into the shower.

The above makes it all kinda worth it. Twas cool.


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