LMPP, your medical dilemma has nothin, NOTHING on mine........
First off, cheers for the Nurofen.
They helped, lots. In fact without them i might have been found trying to rip out my teefs with some plyers. The amounts of pain i have been in of late are unlike any i have ever had to deal with in the past. And this is coming from a man who has split his left knee cap clean in two. It makes no sense how these wee peggies can hurt me so much, i dont desreve an infliction of pain like that. I brush 'em, splash a bit of McCleans around in there every day. But no, simply not good enough. Its not even like i have a harsh addiction to sugar, i'm not a big chocolate fan and if i were 'Tart' would get to it before me anyway. So why oh why do they insist on rotting away like sandcastle in the tide ( oooh, good analagy....although weak spelling of analagy ).
Who knows, all i know is that i need to get em fixed.
Now, like any other person with an IQ over 6 i figured the dentist would be the right direction to move in, no matter how temping those plyers were. So i called em and managed to get an appointment on the same day at 5pm. Whoo, and indeed Hoo. So 5 pm rolls aroung, i get the obligatry butterflies but before i get chance to be nervous i'm on the chair looking at the light fitting. I tell him my issue, i regale him with stories of no sleep and more ibuprofen than is healthy. He seems to empathise with me. He, as a dentist, understands. So i lie back and leave the fate of my teefs in his rubber glove clad hands.....in comes the drill.
After 15 minutes of prodding around and drilling i'm done. Basically a new teef (singular) has been constructed from dentist spec play dough. Yay.
So me and Tart go to pay, me still numb from the anasthetic. We leave, me happy in the knowledge i have a fully functioning peg.........
Slowly the feeling comes back.........
I tounge my new tooth to gain some familiarity with my new mouth furniture......
Something isn't right.....
HE'S FIXED THE WRONG FUCKING TOOTH.........
Well done that man.....
So, i had to re-book and i'm going back in a fortnight. Great. In the meantime i have to plan my diet, so ibuprofen, ibuprofen and a side garnish of ibuprofen.
Now, where did i put those plyers?
They helped, lots. In fact without them i might have been found trying to rip out my teefs with some plyers. The amounts of pain i have been in of late are unlike any i have ever had to deal with in the past. And this is coming from a man who has split his left knee cap clean in two. It makes no sense how these wee peggies can hurt me so much, i dont desreve an infliction of pain like that. I brush 'em, splash a bit of McCleans around in there every day. But no, simply not good enough. Its not even like i have a harsh addiction to sugar, i'm not a big chocolate fan and if i were 'Tart' would get to it before me anyway. So why oh why do they insist on rotting away like sandcastle in the tide ( oooh, good analagy....although weak spelling of analagy ).
Who knows, all i know is that i need to get em fixed.
Now, like any other person with an IQ over 6 i figured the dentist would be the right direction to move in, no matter how temping those plyers were. So i called em and managed to get an appointment on the same day at 5pm. Whoo, and indeed Hoo. So 5 pm rolls aroung, i get the obligatry butterflies but before i get chance to be nervous i'm on the chair looking at the light fitting. I tell him my issue, i regale him with stories of no sleep and more ibuprofen than is healthy. He seems to empathise with me. He, as a dentist, understands. So i lie back and leave the fate of my teefs in his rubber glove clad hands.....in comes the drill.
After 15 minutes of prodding around and drilling i'm done. Basically a new teef (singular) has been constructed from dentist spec play dough. Yay.
So me and Tart go to pay, me still numb from the anasthetic. We leave, me happy in the knowledge i have a fully functioning peg.........
Slowly the feeling comes back.........
I tounge my new tooth to gain some familiarity with my new mouth furniture......
Something isn't right.....
HE'S FIXED THE WRONG FUCKING TOOTH.........
Well done that man.....
So, i had to re-book and i'm going back in a fortnight. Great. In the meantime i have to plan my diet, so ibuprofen, ibuprofen and a side garnish of ibuprofen.
Now, where did i put those plyers?
posted by Chris at 1:00 PM
2 Comments:
hahahahaha your joking?!! The dentist fixed the wrong tooth??? OMG, thats so funny!!
No, no it isnt. Not so much the wrong tooth. It was on the list, but still, not the one causing me pain. So i endured a night of numb facial features for nothing. I'm still in pain now. Not long before the Nurofen kick in though.
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