Back from the dentist. Again.

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I’m sitting here waiting for the feeling to come back into my mouth. Yep, I’ve been to the dentist. Again. See, what had happened was… I went to the dentist Friday and I was taking my prescription and was calling around to arrange my wisdom tooth extraction. Then, on Monday Morning, I found a hole in my teeth. A hole that my new dentist’s super duper x ray machine (and exam) seemed to miss. I called the dentist’s office, alarmed at my discovery, and they told me that the hole I saw was in my wisdom tooth. I had a decision to make. Was I going to spend time and effort convincing my dentist the hole was there? Or was I going to get on the phone, get a ┬ánew dentist and get it fixed? I am really thankful for the drugs and the friendly atmosphere, but I have a new dentist. And a repaired tooth. And an appointment to get my wisdom teeth out Saturday. I can live with that.

The Dental Appointment.

The past few days I’ve been dealing with some dental drama, so I went to the dentist. I will have to be parting with my wisdom teeth, almost twenty years after my childhood dentist first said I’d eventually have to get rid of them. They had a good run, but it is time for them to go. I saw my dental x-ray. You know, the machine moves around your whole head now? I thought that was neat. Now I have to find an oral surgeon to take my wisdom teeth away. Well, at least I got some vicodin and antibiotics out of the deal.