Posted by Christopher Mc on Saturday, January 23, 2010
Under: Family
Last week I had a tooth extracted - a joy and delight in itself. I asked the dentist before hand - "is this a case of brute force?" "Oh no" says he, "just firm, consistent pressure". Actually it wasn't too bad and I was able to look down my nose (without feeling my nose, eyes, or lips) at the wimps who need sedation.
But the week after I developed a pleasurable little thing called a "dry socket" - when your blood doesn't clot and and you have direct access to jaw bone. The cure, today, is lots of poking with a long pointy needle, followed by stuffing with vile antiseptic stuff which, I'm told, will melt away, hopefully quicker than the Himilayan glaciers.
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Catholic, Carmelite, Husband, Father, Reader of all sorts of books, Writer of occasional letters, Viewer of lots of TV and movies, Lover of tea, Hater of coffee. Anything I write is my own opionion and is not intended to represent the views of any organisation with which I have a connection. You can email me at "blog at live.ie" (replace the "at" with @). Don't be shy. To comment, click on the title of post. You have to include a name and email but fake ones work fine. Make sure there's an @ in the email.
