The Gruesome Tooth Story

WARNING: Long post ahead. I would try and fix it, but I'm too lazy. :)


Well, it all happened on Thursday. I had this baby tooth which had no big tooth under it to come in, so it would have had to be pulled anyway. But along with that, the tooth was ankleosed, which means it was attached to my jaw bone, and was sinking lower, and lower into my gums. So it was level with my gum-line when I got it pulled. When I got to the dentist's office, they gave me shots in the gum (which i really don't mind, except i saw the needle this time...) and soon the right side of my mouth was numb. After that, they went it and tried to get a little more working space (since it was level with the gum-line). Then the dentist got some sort of tool and grabbed my tooth and started moving it back and forth. He then said "Now, you might hear a little crack" and so I heard a few little pops, and was thinking to myself "Oh, this isn't that bad", I heard the deafening crack of my tooth. Seriously, it was pretty gross even to hear. But anyway, I thought they got the tooth out and it was over, but they wanted to X-Ray it to make sure there weren't any fragments left, because if there were, it could cause in infection. Well, there were still some of the roots left in there, so they dived back in, this time with a drill. Oh, I hate those drills. It feels weird firstly, but then it flings something all in your mouth and over your face(I don't know if it was tooth or water...). Then there's the smell. It was horrible, plus the smell was a taste in my mouth(yuck), so I just had to live with it. Well, after he grabbed the last shard of tooth out, he was going to play it safe and X-Ray it one more time. Unfortunately, there was still a tiny little piece left. So out came the drill, and the plier thingy. I won't go into detail about the drill again, but I must say that there was a lot of blood. Blood, with whatever the drill was flinging around, does NOT taste good. Don't ever try it if you can help it. Anyway, Finally, they got out the little piece, and since he was sure that it was the only piece left, he didn't X-Ray it again. Then the assistant came back with an ice pack that I was supposed to hold on my cheek to reduce swelling, and they stuffed a wad of gauze in there so it would slow the bleeding. So by now, I was looking like I just got beat up really bad. As I walked into the waiting room to leave, one of my friends was sitting there (waiting for his appointment). Now, having a friend see me in this state, was the last thing I wanted to happen, but it did. I could barely talk also (the gauze caused this), so it was hard to talk and explain what happened. So now I'm feeling almost back to normal, my tooth is still sore sometimes so I can't and don't chew on that side of my mouth. But yesterday morning, I was SO hungry because I had been eating liquid things, and we happened to be having bacon and eggs. (FYI, I have braces). I was anxious to eat a lot of bacon, but I ended up popping off one of my brackets. We called the Orthodontist, and he came into the office on a Saturday, to cut the wire. So I'm still recovering from an exciting weekend. *GASP*, I think I'm finally done with my story, so you are now allowed to go about your merry lives.


AO