God, I feel rotten.

Posted on April 16, 2008
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No I haven’t suddenly developed a belief in a deity, nor Is this a prayer informing said deity of my current state of health. This is just how I feel at the moment.  The God bit is merely an exclamation.

Stupidly I went to the dentist for my penultimate extraction (only two teeth left and they’re coming out next Thursday) without having something to eat beforehand. I am now absolutely famished and suffering from a headache due to low blood sugar, and I can’t eat till tomorrow. I’m running on Irn Bru and cigarettes and its not a good thing to do, the caffiene comedown is going to be a bitch and I just know that I’ll be getting up at 4 am to pee. Let this be a lesson to any kids that read this blog: look after your teeth. Not only do you only get one set to last your entire life after your baby teeth are replaced, if you don’t you have to go through the pain and inconvenience of multiple extractions when they start to hurt.

When I was young I used to eat a bit of tooth paste and wet my tooth brush to convince my parents that I’d brushed my teeth, alot of effort that was just as much of a rigmarole as actually brushing them. I realise my mistake now. I then failed to take the hint when half of them had to be removed about ten years ago after I developed a really bad abscess. I kept drinking the Bru and not brushing. Thankfully by that time I had pretty much gotten over my paralysing fear of dentists, which I had developed due to an encounter when I was very young involving a drill and a lack of anaesthetic in the tooth being drilled (the bugger went for the wrong one). It helped to discover that the pain of really bad toothache is far worse than any pain a dentist can inflict upon you.

It used to be as was the case with my maternal grandfather, that a common 21st birthday present was the extraction of all your teeth and a well made set of denchers. I had a set after the first half of my enamel army was removed from the feild but they didn’t fit properly and I could eat with them in. What is the point of having plastic teeth if you can’t use them to eat? I could actually get through a steak better without them. They sat on my bookcase like some morbid exhibit in a museum of freakery until my wife couldn’t take it anymore and threw them out.

So now I’m speaking with a thlight lithp and nursing sore gums and a sore head. I expect no sympathy as I realise that my current condition is entirely self inflicted. I’ve learned my lesson, but too late I’m afraid. I can only hope that I serve as an example to Arthur.Time to break out the ibuprofen.

Out

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Comments

3 Responses to “God, I feel rotten.”

  1. CrazyKinux on April 17th, 2008 1:49 pm

    Man that sounds painful. Here’s to a quick recovery mate.

    Take care!

    CK

  2. mandrill on April 17th, 2008 4:04 pm

    Not half as painful as a mouthful of broken, rotting teeth, let me tell you. Novacaine is a marvellous invention.

    Thankfully my dentist (a quite butch polish lady by the name of Barbara) is the best dentist I’ve ever been to and is very efficient at whipping those buggers out. The pain afterwards is fairly minor and after about 12 hours, non existent.

    Fly safe :)

  3. L.S. King on April 20th, 2008 2:13 pm

    How are you doing now? Did it go well? I am sending you healing thoughts.

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