My mom and I ride to some weird part of the city again to visit for this epic doctor to get my other tooth pulled. We walked for what seemed like forever until we found the place again, filled out paperwork and then the doctor plopped me down on the weird chair. But this time when the assistant called my name I gave out this clearly audible groan of protest. I noticed that there were two syringes. One of them was bent, like > only less acute. So he starts shooting me full of anesthetic again but with the third shot (wait I thought there was two...) I feel this burning sensation shoot across my chin and I'm sitting there thinking, "what the heck." So he tells me to go wait in the waiting room again. Apparently the burning sensation was a lack of sensation because the left side of my chin was all numb like when you sleep on your hand for too long and it turns all dead and limp-like. I really hope this wears off...OH OOPS I CONJOINED THE NEXT SECTION. Oh well.
So the x-ray room. This time I remembered the claustrophobia. The room was dimly lit and all sepia and small, and you only had these two x-ray machines as friends. It was worse than my school bathrooms. Then we waited again. Oh darn I forgot about the stitches. Before the doctor started stabbing my gums with anesthetic he took out my stitches, which didn't hurt at all. By the way, the stitches were the reason it hurt for me to eat with the right side of my mouth. Stupid stitches. I could've been enjoying nice Taiwan food if it weren't for you. Oh and before that the doctor and I had a nice conversation of stuff to eat and yeah... :P
The doctor calls me to the tooth-pully room and I let out an even louder audible groan and he just says "no need to be so excited." He's a funny dentist. :D
So I'm waiting and waiting and waiting and observing and then more waiting. He shows up again and cue flashback! Then he takes those cloth things that they put over stuff during a surgery. Not sure what it's called but it's usually blue, mine was green. He starts cutting through my teeth and this time I actually had to raise my hand to tell them "stop that's not painless." Everything was going fine until they got out the drill. Yeah. It sounded like they had no idea what on Earth they were doing. It sounded like they were randomly trying to force my tooth into submission. Then they tried to yank it out; sorry my tooth is stubborn. They tried to use the drill again, and then more yanking. Some time later they started stitching the hole in my gum-- or at least that's what I think they were doing..
The assistant starts to hastily tell me what to do in Chinese and the entire time I was giving this really annoyed "mhmm" sound and she says, "oh you still remember from last time?". So they stick some kind of...thing into my mouth and tell me to bite it for an hour. Some other things happen that I can't remember. Oh! They asked if I wanted to keep my tooth. I just gave them this displeased look again and they told me to look at it. Then they asked again. I saw the really bloody tooth that was sliced in half and shook my head. Now I regret that decision. It would've been cool to look at all the blood vessels. But heck, I still have two more chances.
So now I still have an ice pack on my face and I still look like an idiot, still an incoherent idiot, I still feel like a squirrel that's stuffed its face full of nuts, and I still have to keep this stupid ice pack on my face. I'm just kinda like :| right now. Or :J if you use your imagination. Cookie to whoever can tell me how many changes I made 'cause I sure don't know.
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