The Wisdom Tooth

Ok, you hear the theme from Psycho? Got that in your head? Good. I'm back on track with my old stories and not get ready for...

THE WISDOM TOOTH EXTRACTION

It doesn't really sound so bad... Until you know what exactly is involved, that is. I got my wisdom teeth when I was about 17. I had cracked one and actually had a shard of it floating about in my stomach acid, having a jolly good time. A year later it had become dreadfully painful.

This was actually a couple years ago. I went to a dentist recommended by a friend who said he was the most gentle you'd ever see.

This guy was a jacka--. Straight up, all the way. I don't know if he was having a bad day or what, but he sure ruined mine.

Mom offered to drive me, though I said it wasn't necessary. She ended up meeting me there and waited in the lobby while the work was done.

I was given a rub down of something fruity to make my gums numb. The good doctor (good?) whipped out the teeniest needle I'd ever seen and drove into my gum line. I didn't feel a thing.

Then he drew a pair of rusty old pliers and proceeded to yank on my tooth.

Ok, it wasn't rusty old pliers. May as well have been, though. I shrieked and screamed! He gave me another shot. I continued to scream. He gave me another shot and gave it a couple minuets to settle in. He began to pull on that tooth like it was made of diamond and he needed to make a ring for his wife.

I cried out and screamed! The dentist said, in a huff, "Now, you're going to feel a slight pressure! Just like I told you!"

I feel the pressure!" I snapped. "But I also feel nothing but pain!" Oh geeze, it hurt so bad. It was torture! The guy ended up giving me like, 12 shots in all and after each one he'd pull, I'd scream, he'd get mad.

This dude didn't seem to understand my problem here. I was ready and willing to hit him in the face. Believe me, I wanted to.

After it was all over, Mom awaited in the lobby. I was warned not to drink anything alcoholic (no problem there) or too smoke (big problem). I paid the $200 and got me a fix!

See, the thing about having tooth pulled is that you can't suck on straws, cigarettes and what not. The cavity where the tooth was can become all messed up and then you have to go in like twice a week to get pus sucked out of it. My sister knew someone who had that done. She said it was the most painful experiences of her entire life.

So I dragged gently. I wasn't allowed soda or anything carbonated so I guzzled orange juice and took my pain pills.

The friend that I mentioned before got a mouthful from me for recommending this dentist. Later on, she took her son, Tim for the same procedure. The guy yanked on the tooth, the whole time Tim was cursing and crying. The tooth broke in half and Tim got out of the chair and said "I'm done!" He walked out and told the dude he'd back later for him to finish. Apparently, Tim had had enough of this turd pulling on his wisdom tooth.

I've 3 more wisdom teeth, one of which may be a problem in the near future. After the experience I had, I think I'm a little more willing to pull it myself. Liquor me up good (it won't take much) and I'll yank the sucker myself with some of Shawn's pliers. It would probably be less painful, anyway, compared to the "gentle" dentist.