Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Totally Fu**ing Dental

A word of advice: don’t go too long without a dental check-up. I went a few weeks ago for the first time in about eight years (my previous visit was basically the last time it was free – as a student). He shook his head and booked me in for three appointments. It’s going to cost me quite a lot of money.

The first appointment was with a dental hygienist last week. That was fine.

But today I was in at 8:15 and had to endure six anaesthetic injections followed by an hour and a half of god-knows-what going on in my mouth. The only thing worse than the implements sticking out of your gob (and all the drilling) is those white swab things they pack your mouth with. Gah…

Less than pleasant.

And I’ve got to go back on Friday to get the other side done. Take my advice, get ’em checked.


Zeno Cosini said...

There's a level of physical horror that no amount of anaesthetic can numb. My wisdom-teeth are exceptionally deep-rooted; I still wake up in a cold sweat sometimes at the memory of having one taken out a couple of years ago. The dental surgeon just couldn't shift the bugger for the first half hour. Soon he was drenched with sweat, knuckles white on the pliers, bracing his knee against the side of the chair. It eventually came out in bits after about an hour of prying and drilling. But the worst thing was the awareness of my skull as a physical object someone was grappling with, feeling it jerking around in its loose bag of skin.

Not pleasant.

sigh9 said...
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sigh9 said...

t's even worse on the other side, let me tell you.

Actually, no it isn't, but those buggers are nasty when they don't come out.