So yesterday, I bit the bullet and had the tooth removed. It was tougher going than the last time. I asked for nitrous and have this sneaking suspicion that they just gave me oxygen. I did not go off on any flights of fancy. Now, either this outfit was cheap, or they presumed a smidgeon of nitrous would take care of the problem.
I was trapped. I could not request more nitrous when the dentist was extracting the tooth. So I dealt with the initial pressure, then after the tooth was out, dealt with the fact that he had to extract the remaining part of the tooth. I rightly figured that because it was being reabsorbed that it would come out in at least a few pieces.
Sad to say, I was right.
I think that it was a good time of year to have the procedure done, which is at the onset of spring. For after, I stepped outside where it was warm and the landscape was turning green. This did lift my spirits.
I also felt the same sense of relief that I felt when I stepped off the airplane, on the way home. The comparison was that which I had been dreading was over.
Odd, but today I felt anxious, I think out of habit. Apparently, my stress level had not yet dropped.
I can’t eat anything solid because I’m now missing two upper teeth. I am going to have implants in the near future, and presumably I will be able to eat again.
I am a bit concerned because I feel as I did before the tooth was removed. My upper jaw feels like someone punched me. I am feeling a bit headachy, but nothing like before. I will give it a few days before I start to fret about this. I guess if I don’t feel better, I’ll have to call a sinusologist. These people are like seismologists in that they are dealing with substrata.
Is anyone reading this? Is anyone laughing? I don’t know if this was meant to be funny or not.
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