Tuesday, July 7, 2009

My new best friend (insert sarcasm here)

Major ick warning.

Went back to the oral surgeon to have this bone, or as I like to call it, my little shark tooth, removed. First the surgeon tries to pull it out. Doesn't come out. So then he says they will have to file it down. I expect a giant emery board or something, but I really can't see anything. He says "I don't want you to be startled at this loud noise." Ok, must be a sander-type thingy. Imagine my shock at the unbelievably loud snap. I must have jumped a foot. He was using some sort of bone cutting thing.

A short time later I was shark tooth free. And someday my mouth will not hurt anymore.

And no matter how cute the surgeon is, I really don't want to see him again. Ever.

2 comments:

Laoch of Chicago said...

Sounds ghastly!

Jeankfl said...

I have a real dentist phobia.. I've had so much stuff done over the years! Glad you survived it all, at least. Wonder why none of is posting much? We need to post more!! LOL
hugs,
Jean