OUUCH!
I am in pain...as you can see from the size of those roots!The dentist told me to bring this home to frighten the kids into brushing.
I think that being a Dentist requires a sadistic gene, of sorts. At the very least a mild pleasure at the discomfort of others.
I sat in the chair yesterday shaking violently from start to finish, and when the hygenist told me to take the cup and rinse I spilled it all over the place. Shake -Shake -Shake.
I'm surprised the Dentist was able to get those pliers on the correct tooth!
Yes, I said pliers.
I saw them coming, and I tried to remember what my daughter said,
"Just don't think about it". And instead I thought about my daughter's day, which included a school field trip and going to her best friend's house after school.
"You're going to feel some pressure" , the Dentist said.
YANK! CRACK! The first root was out.
"How we doin'?"
"IINE" , I lied. SHAKE-SHAKE.
"You're going to hear a crack. I just have to lean on it a bit more".
(WHY must I get a play by play? Just do it already!)
CRACK!!!!! He was right.
"One more and we're done. Still doin' fine?"
"AHUH"( I'm delerious at this point, are you talking to me?)
"Ok....A-N-D- (Yoink, pull, twist, pull some more!) Take a breath (Y-O-I-N-K)!"
No room for a breath, what with the water sprayer, suction hose, cotton batting, 2 pairs of (gloved) hands, and...don't forget the pliers!
And with a last twist and another yoink, I was now the owner of one gaping hole in my gum!
(Did I mention this was a cautionary tale?)
So, there. All of the worry is over, and I can avoid the dentist for another 5 years!
