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Dental Mental part 1

I'm sitting here a few hours after having dental surgery. "Retreating Root Canal" as it is called. It was interesting. My mouth is no longer numb and my lips are bruised and slightly blue from having a variety of instruments applied to them for about two hours. Some strange device covered in plastic held my mouth open for two hours and because I was afraid to swallow (they were draining infection and no one wants to swallow THAT) and the little vacuum wasn't always handy -I had the equivalent of a swimming pool of saliva in the bottom of my jaw.
Mmmm, p.s. don't eat snacks while you read this blog.
The worst part was the initial shot. POP right into the bottom of your jaw that is already tender and painful.
My dentist was a doll and super sweet. He explained everything to me very lovingly and by far was one of the best sweetest dentists ever. He also had nice eyebrows. Sigh!
So the initial thought was that if there was a crack spied in the root canal then the TOOTHIE was a goner and would have to be yanked out like a screaming brat in a movie theater. A hole drilled into the crown showed.....no crack. Awesome. We could proceed and TOOTHIE could stay and watch the movie.
Speaking of movies, they let me choose a movie to watch....er, hear. I say hear because there was a  drill and  a bright alien light blocking the screen PLUS i don't keep my eyes open at the dentist thank you very much.
I really don't need to see a needle getting injected into my head that I don't really feel. I chose Harry Potter. The other movies sounded like mafia shoot em ups, Moulin Rouge sounded like I wouldve hated people singing, etc, etc....muggles and hogwarts and magics it was.
Procedure took a long time. Apparently inside one of the "reservoirs"....great word for something inside your head...."reservoir".....there was an extreme amount of drainage. Drainage of infected. Pus. Another great word. I dont like thinking that stuff was swimming around in my face spaces. No bloody wonder I haven't been well of late. No wonder it felt like someone shot me in the face with a sawed off shot gun. No wonder! Devil in my body! So prognosis...so far so good. Antibiotics for the  next two weeks and then its back to dentist where he will check to make sure all is healed and ready to close up for good. Shut that tomb!  Still trying to figure out if paying the bill is more painful than having a needle popped into your jaw. Definitely not as painful as the terror of an abcessed tooth so...it is what it is. I'll find a way to pay it with my wit, charm and...who am I kidding....sweat, labor and effin' paintbrushes.


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