Well I finally got that half tooth out of my mouth. It has been broken off for a long time now and I finally went in and had it removed. What a relief to have that old thing gone. It was essentially dead but because of my fear of dentists I kept putting off having it pulled out. I like this dentists though because he doesn't try to push you into crowning everything. He tells you the options and lets you decide what to do. The last dentist I went to wasn't like that.
When I went to see this dentist he even told me that the odds of a cap surviving on this tooth was unlikely. I explained my fear of dentists though and he gave me a little pill to take before I got to his office. Did that ever work. I staggered into his office around 3:30 last night and he got me right in the chair. After two quick shots and a few minute wait he returned to remove the tooth. He offered to give me gas but I told him I was already in la-la land and didn't need it. I love la-la land. haha
So the nurse held my face with her hands while the dentist got ready to pull the tooth. He was wiggling something in my mouth and I though he was trying to get a good grip on the tooth. About a minute later he said; "I got it" I thought he meant that he got a good grip on it and I should brace myself for the trauma but he said "no I got it out already" Oh how I love modern medicine. I was afraid for nothing. I took a little pain pill before I went to sleep last night and this morning I feel great. I just may have them all pulled out. Well maybe not quite yet.
Hey wait a second. Where was the tooth fairy last night? I've been robbed.
Have a great day,