The Procedure

[eumelia]

To those who do not want to know how my teeth were taken out stop reading RIGHT NOW!!

 

So it began with my the local anesthesia, which was okay, I'm not afraid of needles and the pain was not bad at all. It's an odd sensation, your tongue becomes numb and it's all you can do not to drool. My surgeon, very nice man, my mother knew him in Med-School, she said he was a real hippie (still is, I've never seen a doctor with messier hair). So it began, with the doctor's face looming over me and my mouth wide open, first blood was drawn, not that I felt it... what I did feel was the drilling, in my ears, I felt as if my ears were in a construction site, gave me a headache, but still okay. It was when I heard the *crack* that I jumped and winced, the doc said to stop reacting all the time, it is a problem I have, I react to any stimuli, so it was difficult to comply. Piece by piece he took out my bottom tooth. The reason for the forty minute drill-cut-and-crack routine was because I tooth was lodged right between my jaw and molars, not fun. So after it was done and I was all stitched up, I made a very interesting acrobatic feat with my head, I bent it backwards and was looking at the world upside down while the Doc cut my upper gum and within two minutes plucked the other tooth out. The whole thing took 50 minutes, with swelling that took three days to go down. I was actually quite sick that night and the next day... thankfully it's over and hopefully it'll be the last major dental procedure for a long, looooong time. Thanks for reading... if you dared, MUWAHAHAHA!!!!

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[hagar-972.livejournal.com]

I dared.

*yawn* Why am I still awake?