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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I needed braces...My bastard orthodontist decided it was a good idea for me to have 4 teeth removed to make room for my front teeth to move back into (both top and bottom set) for when I had my braces inserted. So, off I went to my regular dentist (a thoroughly nice guy) ready for my gums to be shredded. Now, I should mention that I have a great fear of needles...and pain, so I was understabley nervous and, well, shitting it.
After the usual chit chat Mr. Dentist stuck a few needles in my mouth (I forget how many) then left the room to allow my mouth to numb. I recall finding the rubbery texture of my dead lips fascinating, but not the constant drooling that accompanied the numb sensation, for I looked like a spack.
Anyway, he came back and proceeded to pull out my teeth with a hefty set of pliers, 1...out without too much trouble, 2...no problem, 3...easy.
Now, the forth tooth is where the problem lay. He tried for almost a minute pulling at it with no avail. He disappeared from my view only to return with a minature pick, to chip away at some part of my tooth. At this point I was, once again, shitting it. Eventually he got the pliers out again and twisted the tooth in my gum while still pulling, till it eventually came out. Unfortunately for him, his grip on the tooth wasn't very good. It ended up flying across the room, bouncing off a filing cabinet finally ending up in...the dental assistants eye.
I'll spare you the details, but there was much blood and spazzing out involved.
(, Sat 4 Nov 2006, 0:38, Reply)
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