Tooth gone

It came out in pieces, and after any number of yanks. The experience was not pleasant. Turns out two of the roots were considerably curved, and in opposite directions. I was expecting quick extraction, but the Dental God had other plans, I guess.

Thanks a lot, Dental God.

Speaking of yanks, I forgot to quip to my dentist that "The yanks are coming." I've loved that pun ever since I heard it on a Little Rascals episode. Of course, that pun probably refers to multiple extractions vice one tooth that requires 20 tugs to come out.

Oddly enough, the dental assistant told me there'd be no problem with pain now that the source of the pain (the abscess) is gone. Yeah, right. Ouch, ouch, double-ouch. But pain pills are enabling me to cope. For a few hours after the extraction, it literally hurt to laugh. Opening my mouth wide enough to so much as smile caused sharp pain in my right jaw, but that pain has lessened a lot. So, as long as I don't press that portion of my face, I'm okay. But, of course, the impulse to press on it has me pressing on it. (Ouch!)

Some swelling on my right side, I'm noticing. Which reminds me--I forgot to ask the asst. if there'd be swelling. Anyway, she means well--she's just not a good communicator. The dentist himself is laconic, but he does explain things. And don't get me wrong--he's a super-nice sort. A good, honest, capable dentist, and I haven't always been that lucky.


Lee