I *really* heart my oral surgeon.
Scribing at 7:32 a.m. on 2005-11-15
This guy is truly, truly da bomb.
Sure, I hate him when he's busy jamming needles repeatedly into the roof of my mouth, gums, etc.
But oh man. About five minutes later I love him more than any human being on earth. (Apologies to the wife unit, but I think she understands)
By the time I got there I was pretty much delirious with pain. I don't even remember driving there, seriously. They didn't even leave me sitting there long enough to read the ancient Newsweek article on Karl Rove before they came out and snatched me up. For the 150th time they asked if the Labret could come out for the xrays, and for the 150th time I told them if they had some sort of tools there I might be able to get it out (it's become our ritual, I think) .. after damn near losing it once because I forgot to tighten it, ex-bossman tightened it for me and now I think I'd need like, a hydraulic air press to get it out .. they did a round-the-way xray of my head/jaw and threw me back in what the aide called 'YOUR room'. Heh.
Periodically they came through to see if I was still concious (unfortunately I was) and to reassure me he'd be in with me in 'just a few seconds'. I thought this was sweet, since I was basically barging in unannounced and his other rooms were crammed full of legitimately scheduled appointments.
The staff there seems quite fond of me, even though it's a kinda ritzy upscale lookin' joint and I'm the only tattooed freak I've ever seen in there; not to mention I may be the only person under 65 I've seen there, come to think of it. But I think part of the reason is that even though I am in screaming agony every time they see me (and no, I'm not really screaming, at least that I've noticed) that I'm not a dick. I still manage to joke around, help them do whatever they need to do with me and NEVER give them any grief.
He slid in the door, took a look in my head and made a noise like ... ooo. Bet that hurts.
YEAH.
He was back again quicker than I expected, and began that whole needle-jamming thing. His popularity took a severe dip, but then soared as my jaw went numb and the pain, for the first time in days, abated slowly. I had no idea that every muscle in my body was tensed until they all relaxed in unison as the anesthetic took effect. I almost passed out from sheer gratitude.
Yeah. An abscess is even less fun than it sounds. Broken tooth = GO TO THE DENTIST IMMEDIATELY.
I dunno if it was as bad as having the 2 exposed roots at once, but it wasn't no party, peanuts.
Came home and promptly passed the fuck out. I had the cell phone on the bed next to me in case the wife unit called, and apparently the beeg cat (crackhead) decided I needed my rest more than a phone call, because he laid his big ass down ON TOP OF my cell phone, and didn't budge. Even when it rang. I slept right through it.
Maybe this is the feline equivalent of throwing your body on a live grenade to save your buddy. Maybe I should thank him. I did give him some tuna, later, so I think we're square.
