Toothie has gone bye bye.

After an hour at Dr O’Shell’s I am now minus one #15 molar. After the pain-numbing shots, the left side of my face swelled to the size of an orange. The doctor peered over his glasses and said, “What you are feeling right now is your face swelling. This is because of blah, blah, blah, and this is perfectly normal. After moving the molar back and forth… he pulls out…

THE DRILL.

Mind you, I really couldn’t feel anything, but the sound of the drill hurt my ears! It sounded like my dad’s circular saw, only much faster… and higher pitched. Finally, it was all over, my face (only one side of it) was huge, and I was handed a prescription for penicillin and vicadin (only if I needed it, and I may need it!). I get home, and there’s no ice in the house for my face and the ice pack the dentist gave me isn’t cold yet. I look like half a chipmunk and my jaw is starting to throb… so I’m going to take about four ibuprofen and lie down now!

I have to go to work tomorrow… it’s a good thing that I’m not vain. ha ha…