Maybe Later

I've had to switch dentists again; this time, it's not due to insurance. Primary reason is because the last guy didn't know how to fix a broken tooth.

Srsly.

Apparently he was a graduate of Bob's School of Dentistry, and they didn't cover that in-between classes on animal husbandry & agriculture.

I'll be in "the chair" at 7 a.m., so posting will be somewhat delayed.

Later!

Afternoon Fun (updated)

in the loving hands of ye olde dentist.

p.s. This was a new (to me) dentist, and he's the gentlest I've ever experienced. I literally couldn't even feel the needle when he injected the Novocaine.

I like this guy. But not this guy:

ow!

Post-Oral Surgery

After all the digging, cutting, sawing, pulling, reaming, bone-scraping and stitching, I have just one word to say: OWW. I never experienced the joy of a circular saw in my mouth, before. Fun? Not so much. All I can say is, if the exposed portions of those molars had been as bullet-proof as their roots, they wouldn't have needed extraction.

Now for the Oxycontin/ibuprofen mix from the doctor ... Pain? What pain?