Tooth Fairy at My Age - Seriously!

Okay, so the last few posts have been a wee bit on the serious side, which may have you wondering; does this guy ever lighten up?

Today I am going to lighten up, and write a post that took great pain to write. It deeply hurts me to write about this, but here goes.

Okay, spit it out, well that's exactly what I did, well, actually I ignored the tooth ache a little too long, and 2 days ago I decided it was time to make a call to the Dentist. Fun, fun, fun!



"A pretty accurate depiction of my experience,
only my dentist had pliers"

 
So, I made the call in the afternoon, and they said they could get me in that evening. "Great!" I said to myself, because the pain was becoming unbearable.  I was conjuring up mental images of that scene in "Cast Away" when Tom Hanks, took a rock and smashed his decayed, abscessed, tooth out of his mouth,  I was getting to that point.

So, after work, my decayed tooth and I proceeded to the local dental office.   I entered, filled out the proper health history, checking off my medical history, meds, allergies etc.  Boy I am on a lot of meds, may have to pick up a dosette next.

"Dosette"

 Then comes out, this large, loud, gregarious type fellow (My new dentist) My first impression; "this guy seems a little too happy and obviously enjoys his profession of ripping teeth out. Needless to say I'll take happy over grumpy any day of the week.


Next I take a seat in the space ship hair-dressing like chair, and he tilts me back. like all dentists do, and starts poking around to confirm what I have reported.  "Ouch!" I blurt out as he pokes his thingy right into the hole of my decayed tooth. "Ahhh, that's the one eh, better take a quick XRAY, and get down to it!" He Says.

"There it is, my decayed tooth"

There I sat, awaiting the results and an official plan.......I started thinking, as most diabetics do, when did I bolus last, and I wonder what my sugar is?  Just then he barged into the room and said, "Yup, we can't save this one, it's gotta come out" Here I am thinking, take the *@!$#$ thing out already! After a brief discussion about the risks, out came the giant needle, and he proceeded to freeze half my head, 5 min later, this husky, overly enthusiastic masked dentist is reefing back and forth on my tooth with a pair of pliers.  Then pop! Out came the tooth.

I immediately asked if I could keep the tooth, and the dental assistant brought it to me in one of those necklace tooth holders, usually reserved for kids.

They asked me why I wanted to keep it, I said so I can tell my offspring that if they don't brush and floss this could be their tooth.  Ironically I posted a blog a few weeks ago called, Do You Brush Your Tongue? I should have called the dentist on Monday, like I said in the post.  Oh well, better late then never.

I am still waiting for the tooth fairly to give me money before the dental bill arrives in the mail!

Trev