DentistsMy current dentist is called Mr Stiff.
Back when I was at university though, I had enormous pain in my jaw one morning - so bad I went as an emergency case to the uni dentist.
He took one look at the back of my mouth and said, "Ah, wisdom teeth. Impacted. They'll have to come out."
He then reached under the chair and came out with an enormous industrial (and entirely non-dental) pair of pliers, "I can do it now if you want..."
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chthonic, Thu 2 Nov 2006, 14:31)
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You think YOU'VE had it bad?They took seven of my teeth out. SEVEN. AT ONCE. Fair enough, seven teeth isn't *quite* the eight that another b3tan had removed, but...
As well as the missing teeth, I got my gums quite literally peeled back, and had these "packs" sewn to the roof of my mouth to cover up the gaping holes where they had wrenched some new teeth through. (Heh, and a week later the threads on one of the packs broke, so I had half of it hanging off. This meant it caught on all my food and tried to rip out the tender skin it was attached to.)
After the "procedure", I demand a mirror through mime the second I get back to my hospital room on my wheely bed. Argh. Pete Burns lookalike, covered in blood, teeth like a zebra crossing. Can hardly breathe through my mouth without pain, never mind talk.
Icing on the cake, this, though. I can go home that same day, but I'm not allowed to leave the hospital until I've eaten a plate of tuna sandwiches.
Bastards.
(, Thu 2 Nov 2006, 20:41, Reply)
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