Still on teeth. Mine.
I scared the kids silly when I came home yesterday brandishing a huge bloody tooth in a little Ziploc.
It was a wisdom which had been worn down so badly - I had apparently been swallowing little pieces of it that broke off over the years - the young inexperienced chap of a dentist took forever to try and get a grip to pull it out. I think it was only the roots left which were buried in the gum and the roots were black with rot. Yes, yes.
The boy (dentist) tried every way of worming his way out of the extraction - Could it be sinus causing the pain? Could it be another tooth causing the problem? Do you think I could refer you to a dental surgeon because it looks like it has long roots? - but I was adamant.
His incredible lack of professionalism and lack of confidence made the tooth-related headache I had been having for days, and which I was desperate to get rid off, worse than ever, and I got incredibly pissed.
He started the extraction not actually pinpointing the wisdom as the cause of the problem. I did. And the only reason I insisted was because the wisdom would have to come out anyway.
If it was not the true source of the pain, then I would have to follow up and solve the mystery.
The tooth came out, I sailed home on a high.
The kids and KK were all suitably grossed out.
I, jubilant, was all ready to go out for dinner. Then the anaesthesia wore off.
It also seems that my extraction will forever become the de facto threat for them to brush their teeth. As in:
If you don't brush your teeth, your teeth will become like mummy's and you'll have to pull it out.
(only issue with that is that I am the most frequent and disciplined tooth-brusher in the family but I hope no one spots the inconsistency.)