automatonrevolution

…or “Two injections and a wisdom tooth later”.

So, it all started on Friday lunchtime. I’d had my lunch. and then my top left wisdom tooth started to hurt. Not hurt as in “slightly sore”…hurt is in “Pass the painkillers NOW!!!!”. it was very unpleasant. Now, my wisdom teeth have been know to shift slightly in my head now and then, quite uncomfortably, since they first grew in, something to do with the way my gums didnt recede properly, so I resolved to wait till the next day to see if it would go away. I do, after all, have an appointment with my dentist soon anyway, so I figured I could let it subside and then mention it to the dentist.
Of course, it didn’t subside.
So on Saturday morning, when I was still in horrible unable-to-eat-anything pain, and had already cancelled two possible social things for the day, I steeled myself and called the emergency dentist. Fair play to them, they must be busy as all hell with the distinct lack of dentists in Edinburgh that are taking on new patients, and they asked all the right relevant questions like “Are you in pain after taking painkillers” (answer being YEEEEEESSSS!!!), and they got me an appointment for eight pm that same evening.
When I got there I was told the tooth had to come out, which i was sort of prepared for in a “im flippin terrified of dentists” kind of way…what I wasn’t prepared for was the why. The tooth wasnt shifting…it was barely there. It had disintigrated and was mostly just root. It had literaly collapsed. No option really…remove it….
Ick.
So…now theres an odd gap where my tooth used to be, which Im still uncomfortably aware of, and I spent most of Saturday night with a numb mouth wishing I could have a beer but knowing I couldn’t…hard to drink beer with a numb mouth (then theres all the serious medical reasons why you cant drink alcohol so soon after an anesthetic).
At least I had a really good episode of Dr Who to watch. it was a stormer, really good story, really good concept, well told…I loved it.