Last Thursday was a “big” day. It was the day I had a severely rotten tooth extracted. I’ve had fillings and root canals in the past, but this was the first time I had the need of a dental surgeon. I had hard horror stories of people being in pain for weeks, and not being able to eat. All kinds of bad things.

The truth: it was a piece of cake.

The doc took longer preparing and talking to me than the whole process took. When he finally got started he shot me up with novocaine, got some pliers, and yanked the darn thing out. It broke in the process sine it was so weak, but he just pulled the other part out too. Next he stitched it up and put some gauze on it until the bleeding stopped.

I was prescribed pain meds for once the numbness wore off, and antibiotics to prevent infection. I was fully expecting for a painful weekend, but it turns out that the only day that it even felt like I needed any pain medication was the first day. After that I’ve been pain free, but a bit swollen.

This Thursday I get the stitches removed… ooooo.

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