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I had to go to the dentist this afternoon for a consultation regarding the removal of one of my wisdom teeth. It has been growing forwards and outwards for a while, regardless of the fact that I'm well into my fifties and I should be past all this palaver by now. My regular dentist said it was really a specialist job so referred me to one of his colleagues, hence the consultation.
I'd only been in there five minutes including the opening pleasantries when he said "Ooooh, that looks really pretty ugly. And it's weeping a bit of pus." It has been a bit tender once or twice over the last couple of weeks, but clearly it was worse than I realised. "Tell you what", he said. "my diary is pretty full at the moment but my next patient won't take very long, so we've got time for me to take it out now if you like."
Eventually I talked myself into accepting. They had to take blood samples and all sorts. After enough anaesthetic to put an elephant to sleep, much crunching and grinding and wiping of his footprints off my shirt front, "All done!" he announced. "That was an absolute monster!". Yeah, like I hadn't realised that.
It's my brother's wedding this weekend and I'm on a baby-food diet until it heals and cool non-alcoholic drinks only. Then I have to go back in a week to have the stitches out.
I'm off to overdose on the strongest painkillers I can find in the house before the anaesthetic wears off...
James
I had to go to the dentist this afternoon for a consultation regarding the removal of one of my wisdom teeth. It has been growing forwards and outwards for a while, regardless of the fact that I'm well into my fifties and I should be past all this palaver by now. My regular dentist said it was really a specialist job so referred me to one of his colleagues, hence the consultation.
I'd only been in there five minutes including the opening pleasantries when he said "Ooooh, that looks really pretty ugly. And it's weeping a bit of pus." It has been a bit tender once or twice over the last couple of weeks, but clearly it was worse than I realised. "Tell you what", he said. "my diary is pretty full at the moment but my next patient won't take very long, so we've got time for me to take it out now if you like."
Eventually I talked myself into accepting. They had to take blood samples and all sorts. After enough anaesthetic to put an elephant to sleep, much crunching and grinding and wiping of his footprints off my shirt front, "All done!" he announced. "That was an absolute monster!". Yeah, like I hadn't realised that.
It's my brother's wedding this weekend and I'm on a baby-food diet until it heals and cool non-alcoholic drinks only. Then I have to go back in a week to have the stitches out.
I'm off to overdose on the strongest painkillers I can find in the house before the anaesthetic wears off...
James