Today I got to go to the dentist. On the agenda were two fillings and one extraction of a broken tooth. I could have kept the tooth if I got a root canal, but that is just not in my budget because I don't have a budget. Only people with money have budgets. Sooooo, they did the two fillings first and kept having to shoot me up on the Novocain because I just seemed to not get numb. I have this issue with Novocain, sort of a delayed reaction. That being said, the dentist shoots me up with gallons of the medicine to get me numb because he's on a schedule and then, much later, I'm talking like I'm a reject off the short bus. They finally got the fillings in and they look perfect! Before they started with the extraction, the tech took my blood pressure to make sure it wasn't running high. It was 111 over 70 which was perfect for normal people. That's running pretty high for me, seeing as how my blood pressure is usually 40 over 10. They then started shooting me up for the extraction. This time, I got shots in the roof of my mouth (OH JOY!!) and Dr. Malone pulled and tugged on the tooth until the roots let go of my ankle bones.
I was back there for over two hours, lying there like a bear rug with my mouth wide open and a stymied look on my face. Dr. Malone was really groovy though, and very attentive to any pain I may have. He could have rushed through the process and caused me a world of hurt, but he took his time and was more than a little patient with my odd issues with Novocain. My only complaint is with myself and my Novocain resistance. Right now, I can't even feel my eyeballs because of the amount of Novocain I have in my head. It's horrific. I feel like a Botox victim and sound like Mongo. "Mongo like candeh!" It's a good thing this entry is a written one instead of spoken.
Thanks to Dr. Malone, I have gorgeous fangs, though. W00T!
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