Blogging With a Hole in my Face
Posted by Kirk M on 10 Jul 2008 | Tagged as: Getting older, Life as a veteran
Oooowwww-I went to the dentist this morning for the last in a series of VA approved procedures that consisted of removing 3 broken teeth (all molars) and one filling, the last removal and filling I had today. My dentist, who actually is quite good, saved the worse for last–the last meaning that this particular broken tooth still had a live root in it plus most of it’s hardware still in place. If I had to do it all over again I think I would have done this one first and just got it over with since the others being were much older, deader than a doornail and a piece of cake compared to this one.
Saying this one particular tooth was stubborn is like saying that Frodo Baggins just took a day trip to Mordor to return a lost ring.
When applying a pair of hook-jaw locking pliers to the task, bracing a foot on my chest and having his dental assistant haul away on his belt for good measure didn’t budge the ornery piece of chewing equipment, he finally achieved success by duct-taping me to the chair and using a block and tackle rigged to a beam in the ceiling with the hauling end of the rope run out the window. This was attached to the 3 point hitch of a medium size, diesel powered, 4 wheel drive farm tractor his brother-in-law had brought over and running her in low gear the tooth finally came out. Once they bolted my lower jaw back in place, I was done (good thing we were in farm country or I might still be there).
The saving grace of all this rather painful fracas is that I didn’t have to pay a dime for it which is just as well. I always thought that having to pay the exorbitant fees charged for dental work these days and all the pain and aggravation involved is akin to being kicked in the face after I’ve been clubbed to the ground. I may not not be too fond of this particular service related disability of mine which was the reason behind all this dental work but at least I had the work done without having to go bankrupt to do so.
Now for a couple of Percocet and a few days of soft food and I’ll be right as rain. Next time though I’m bringing a glob of plastique and a roll of detcord. Diesel fuel is expensive nowadays.
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on 14 Jul 2008 at 1:28 pm 1.Rose said …
Sending some Jello over. I hope you’re feeling better soon.
on 14 Jul 2008 at 3:29 pm 2.Kirk M said …
Hello again Rose,
I got the jello okay, thanks. The postman seems to have eaten half of it though.
By the way, how about taking a gander at my new site and letting me know what you think? I’d be interested in your opinion of the thing.
on 26 Jul 2008 at 2:29 pm 3.Quickroute said …
I empathise …sounds just like my experience.
Why are they called dentists and not butchers!