MY FIRST TOOTH EXTRACTION
Posted at 07:47 PM
Note: If you are planning to visit the dentist anytime in the near future, do not read this entry. R18 for violence and graphic scenes.
I have been blessed with a set of chompers that has never had a cavity or any of those dental problems that should plague a sweet tooth like me. I just have a tendency to bite inedible metal objects and possess an overabundance of molars, more commonly known as wisdom teeth. Years ago, the dentist saw that mine were impacted. That is, the lower right and left 3rd molars grew sideways, nakahiga sila in relation to my other teeth. Ang weird tingnan sa xray. Since they weren’t painful, I ignored the suggestion to extract them. If it ain’t broke, don’tfix it was my philosophy.
Last year the right molar started to erupt…painful but bearable. Then the pain stopped… and so did the tooth, just half of it peeked through my gums, leaving a debris-collecting space. As my dentist predicted, I found it hard to brush, and or the first time was faced with the threat of a rotten tooth. So armed with the knowledge that we were in our lull season at the office, I set an appointment for an extraction last Saturday.
Hindi extraction ang nangyari…. Torture po.
First the dentist applied topical anesthesia, then inserted a long needle in my mouth. At that point I closed my eyes and began humming songs to distract myself. I think she injected me 5x in the next 3 hours.
Yep, THREE hours. It took her 3 hours to cut me open, isolate the tooth, drill the bone and forcibly twist the tooth out of my mouth. Half of those 3 hours was the forcibly twisting part, since my tooth seemed to be permanently attached to my mandible. Too much calcium, the dentist half-joked while cheerfully grinding away. My jaw will never be the same again; then again the dentist’s hands were reddened from the effort. And twice in those 3 hours the anesthesia wore off; I discovered that my pain threshold is…non-existent. And I will not mention the blood…okay, I just did.
I’m amazed at modern medicine; exactly half my lip, tongue and inner cheek was numb from the anesthesia. I could feel the pressure of the instruments, but no pain. Well, at least none until she gave the few final twists. With excruciating cracks, my tooth finally surrendered. She stitched me together, gave me a prescription for half the pharmacy, then told me to come back week later.
Post-operative Care: I was extremely quiet for 24 hours, subsisted on icecream, soft bread and noodles and slept the rest of the weekend. No hot food, no nuts, no solid food, no extreme activity. End result: I got hungry.
Now: I’m back to work. I am still hungry. Ate rice and soup veeeerrrry slowly. Longing glances at the heaps of pasalubong in our office…no-no’s for me, all nuts and hard sweets. Through no fault of mine, the sutures have a minor abscess, got to take a stronger antibiotic. No pain because I was given a heavy-duty painkiller, the kind given to women who have given birth, hehe. I am starving.
Positive note: I shall get thinner. And the the next tooth has been unanimously scheduled for next year.
My first tooth extraction was traumatic.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.