smurfjuice
Well-Known Member
AKA crop dusting ...
AKA crop dusting ...
Muther %$#@&^!
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These two are gonna go for a car ride this time...
Cheers! (Hitchcock's got nothing on this )
Oh - and while I'm at it: At 60-something years of age, I do not care to be friggin' carded - just to buy a pack of Nicorette.
"I mean, really? You think I'm under 18?!"
My dentist is a great guy, and a fantastic dentist, but I want you to picture this... I tell him the tooth that had the botched crown years ago is killing me, I cant sleep, cant eat. He takes another look at the x-ray and confirms. "James, the infection under the tooth is serious. The tooth has to come out." He could have told me he had to shoot me in the thigh and I would have agreed at that point.
4000 shots of novacane. My face feels like a pincushion today after all that. He grabs what looks like linoleum printmaking tools and goes to work twisting and turning. I'm used to him being gentle as a soap bubble so I mumble out loud "oooouch!"
Now picture a thick Russian accent from a very quiet man. "James, I need to warn you that the infected area is not going to respond well to anesthesia. You are going to feel some pain because we are saving as much bone as possible for a possible implant later."
I'm suddenly wondering if I might not be a Christian after all...
Twisting continues and I am in a flop sweat. What feels like an eon later, the bastard comes out. I kept it in an envelope... its nasty looking. I start to thank him and undo my little paper bib. "No. I am sorry. We have to get the infection out."
Sweet merciful God.
He pulls out what looks like the world's smallest series of spatulas and starts scraping inside the socket left behind.
I fainted for a few seconds, no lie, and when I came to he was still going.
I actually asked if I could leave now. "I just need to do the stitches, you did great"
My wife bundles me into the car, we have the windows open so I dont pass out, and when we get back to the house she breaks some more bad news. "James I almost passed out in the doctor's office, I have I have a serious fever."
Turns out she has strep.
Kentucky bourbon. I love whiskey, drink Jack like milk, and scotch is what heaven tastes like. I don't know what they did to burbon to make it unbearable, but its an abomination.
You're an angel. [emoji56]
Oh - and while I'm at it: At 60-something years of age, I do not care to be friggin' carded - just to buy a pack of Nicorette.
"I mean, really? You think I'm under 18?!"
Cheers! ("Seriously?!?" )
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