Mar 222012

The day was finally here.  TTFH was finally going bye bye.

Although I was a little nervous (normal), I new the Prince of All Dentists would make everything all better.  He had a gentle hand and demeanor and was on a mission to eradicate that rotten tooth swiftly.  But first, he had to pull out the medieval torture device that everyone who has gone to the dentist office is familiar with:

Whenever I see this thing come near my mouth, my eyes get as big as saucers, every muscle in my body tenses up, and my blood pressure goes through the roof.  I just know that first jab is going to hurt like hell, and unfortunately it won’t take just a few shots from this baby.

My body sees novocian as nothing more than Baby Anbesol – it drinks it in, swallows it down and treats it like water.  So in order to properly numb me up, I have to have enough to knock out a horse, which soon became obviously clear to the Prince of All Dentists.

With the patience of a Saint, he kept coming back and testing the effect all the shots were having on me.  When my tongue finally felt like it was made of cement and my lip drooping down to my chin, he gave a couple more quick shots and was ready for battle.

Now, if the needle wasn’t enough to make me shake in my boots, the wrench-like devise that slowly moved toward my mouth about did me in.  I’m not a newbie when it comes to seeing all this equipment, but I’ll never ever be calm about it.  I’ve been through extractions before where I can feel the roots coming loose from my jaw;  teeth breaking apart as they get pulled out; and I’ve even had a dentist put his weight on me trying to wrestle one out of my mouth.  Needless to say, I had reason for being nervous.

But I shouldn’t have been.  After all, the Prince was a pro and in 5 seconds he had that rotten molar out of my mouth.  And I didn’t even feel it.  I wanted to hug the man.

So now I get to take the next couple of days healing and eating mashed bananas and tomato soup, because those are the only soft foods I have in the house since I didn’t think about all this when I went grocery shopping on Monday.

Way to plan, Sandy.


  6 Responses to “And Yes, I Kept The Tooth”

Comments (6)
  1. I have had my own trials with dentists. I finally FINALLY found a good dentist. It was easier finding a husband than it was to find a dentist.

  2. I agree with ya there!

  3. Mmmm… mashed nanas. You could make nana bread 🙂

  4. Oh dear, I am NOT looking forward to having mine out…maybe I’ll wait a bit longer.

  5. I could, but then I wouldn’t be able to put the nuts in it 🙁

  6. Just don’t wait as long as I did, Ma. I’ll be there supporting you when you do 🙂

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