Thursday, June 07, 2007

Everyone gets one



I went to the dentist today for my torture,I mean my new filling. It was not even the beginning of the hell that will ensue in the next month or so because I've been told that my wisdom teeth are completely impacted and need to be extracted(it rhymes, what fun!!) as soon as possible. I had no idea I even had wisdom teeth. I thought they were something only people in ancient Egypt got. The best and most exciting part is the part where they tell me I need a specialist because it's possible that he will need to drill into my jawbone because...I missed the rest of the explanation because I stopped listening at this point since the words drill and bone were echoing in my brain. But that's a few weeks away so I'll hide that horror from my self for a little while. I don't want to talk about that, I want to say something else.

Today's post is dedicated to everyone who is brave enough to lay helpless in a chair while someone you barely know puts drills and sharp instruments in your mouth. It really says a lot about a person who can do this without slapping anyone or running out the door to hide in the bushes because I can honestly say, that while I was laying there receiving my wonderful Novocaine injections, those options crossed my mind at least 80 times. And of course I had to have special nerves that are not wired like everyone else in the population so I needed injections in several places. It was fun. Anyway back to my dedication. This trophy is for you and me. My dentist going brothers and sisters! We deserve a damn trophy. We deserve one of those gold stars on our foreheads that tells everyone, I am AWESOME, I rock at the dentist. Because dammit it takes so much f-ing mind over matter to willingly participate in the kind of things they force upon us at the dentist. Today, in LittlePeaville is officially Dental Patient's day. Indulge yourself my fellow tooth&gum conscience friends, you deserve it!
:o)

9 comments:

super des said...

Should I go to the dentist to celebrate? Because that doesn't sound like good times.

whiskeymarie said...

I only put up with the wisdom teeth thing for the drugs.
Oh, and the little issue of the relief of years of jaw pain.

But mostly the drugs.

Courtney said...

Ugh, my dentist appointment is Monday. They will probably tell me that my two remaining wisdom teeth have to be removed, too. With the first two, I knew I had them, but didn't know they could abscess while minding their own business under the gums.

Good luck with yours, and yes, the drugs are the only thing that makes it worth it. And the lack of pain. ;)

thethinker said...

Eek. I'm scheduled for torture tomorrow. I'm dreading it so much.

flutter said...

I'm glad you're ok honey

Jay said...

I have no dentist qualms, probably because I've never had any major work done.

I did have surgery for my wisdom teeth, but this was done in the hospital as it involved complications and such.

I never got a trophy but we used to get rewards from a treasure chest for being good. And also I was a member of the No Cavity Club - my polaroid hung in the hall of fame until I asked him to retire it (otherwise I'd still be there today with a bunch of 5 year olds).

anne said...

Let's hear it for the dentists out there, too - it's not a very fun job. I should know - my dad is one! And my mom is a dental hygienist. And of course I worked as a receptionist and assistant in his practice when I was in high school. Not fun, not fun at all!

I'm glad you're all through for now - and that you were nice to your dentist. :)

MsLittlePea said...

That's true that's true! I'm always nice to my dentist. He has very gentle hands and that kind of stuff makes such a difference. That's good for me because I have a small mouth. :O)

heartinsanfrancisco said...

I once asked a friend, who was a dentist, what made him choose his profession.

He said, "I wanted to get even but I didn't want to be a teacher. Open wider, please."

I was told several months ago that my two remaining wisdom teeth have to go before any other work can be done, and I'm playing ostrich. I feel guilty toward my teeth, which I love, but I just can't bring myself to go through oral surgery again.

I would hide in the bushes with you if I could.