Two Peas...

I had oral surgery today. They blind-folded me, gave me a bit to chomp on after numbing me up, and tried for 15 minutes to pull my 12-year molar out.

(Unsuccessfully)

So he tried to crack off the molar's head ::crack:: (successfully)

The next thing I heard from my darkness under the blindfold was the dreaded "vvvvrrrrph, vvvvrrrrph!" The drill.

The worst thing is hearing the conversation, and having things to say but you can't because there's a big chomp, gauze and a sucker in your mouth.

So he drilled the two roots apart. VVVRRRRRPHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Then he yanked out the back one.::crack::

Then he tried the front. (unsuccessfully)

So he drilled the root out of the bone. VVVVRRRRRPPPPTTTTHHHH!!!!!

Then he seuchered me up. Gave me some gauze, and sent me on my way. It was cold in there, but I sweated so much there were drip marks on my T-shirt. It was by far the worst dental experience of my life (so far). I have cavities to fill yet, and now I need to get fitted for a bridge or implant for my molar. YEAH.... Break out the booze it's a party!!

So I sat waiting for my medicine, stuffed full of gauze, while recruits walked down the hallway screaming "Good Afternoon, SIR!" as they noticed my shiny rank from below my puffy cheeks. It was all time enough to think about the worst thing of the day: that it was my own choice. I could choose root canal or extraction. I could choose bridge or nothing. My main concern for the doctor was my domino's.

"But Ma'am, if you pull out that tooth, won't the others fall into it's place?"

"No, especially since when your mouth is closed, the other teeth hold it there."

"But I swear sometimes my back molars switch sides of my face while I sleep. They decide 'yep, tonight I like the east-jaw.' This is going to give them more shuffling possibilities. Soon they'll have their own border-patrol and visa-system."

She laughed and sent me down the hall to my fate.

So Alison and I are taking care of each other. I can't talk but can walk well. She can talk for me and tell me what she needs.

We are truly two peas in a pod.