Omg, I just had the most hideous experience. My lower back tooth has been the cause of some serious agony over the past week, and I can’t get a dental appointment until 2006, or something. So today I bit my lip and went to the uni dental school, where they let 3rd year students inflict pain on the general public between the hours of 12 and 5, daily.
So I waited for ages, and eventually they took me in. Lots of cublicles full of pensioners having the false teeth fiddled with. The receptionist introduced me to my dental student, who’s name was Natalie, (I noticed her face from the union.) She sat me down, took my history, and then told me to say ‘ahhhh’.. After a while she concluded that the best course of action was a ‘deep filling’ and got to work with the novocaine. 10 mins after that, I was given the statutory joey goggles, and told to lie back and relax. Oh my god.
She started drilling. (And can I just say at this point, i’ve been given numerous timmy toothbrush stickers in the past, for being a very brave soldier at the dentist, so don’t be thinkin i’m a pussy. K?) not long later, I lept 6 feet into the air and proceeded to shake like a leaf. Natalie duly shat herself, and grabbed the nearest consultant dude, who came out with the following gem:
‘Ohh Natalie, you’ve done it again. The nerve is exposed..’
‘Ms….Menzies, isn’t it?’
*Horrified look*
‘Err.. Yes, I’m afraid the only course of action for this tooth is extraction’
*sideways evil look at Natalie*
I was in too much pain to to argue.
So off we trundled round the corner to the operating theatre, where another dentist plied me with more drugs until half my face slid onto the floor. Then she grabbed my head, stuck another futuristic instrument of torture into my gob, and pushed at every angle with the force of Jonah Lomu, until the offending molar was half out. Then she grabs a pair of pliers and yanks quite possibly thje longest routed tooth I’ve ever seen out of my mouth.
*agog* I’m never leaving the house again. My mouth has a huge bruise around it, I look like a battered wife, and I have a hole the size of a three piece suite in my mouth. Oh my god. Trauma.
14-Feb-04 at 12:42 pm | Permalink
Christ on a bike, that’s horrific. I’ve got a bit of gum pain around a molar at present but now I’m like “fuck it, I’ll survive the pain”.
15-Feb-04 at 6:58 pm | Permalink
Its getting better now. i’m still talking like i’ve got marbles in my mouth, though. The kids at work are taking the piss. Not to mention the customers.
Totally heinous experience though. Reckon i’ll take my chances with a bottle of jack and a pair of pliers, henceforth.
16-Feb-04 at 9:24 am | Permalink
Jim-jammity Jesus Krispy-Kreme Christ on a twat-rocket! That is unpleasant.
> joey goggles
lol
16-Feb-04 at 9:45 pm | Permalink
The pain, I can cope with. The stupid amounts of drool are really quite unnecessary.
Dammit, i’m sexy.