I showed up at my dentists this morning at about 0750 this morning and told the receptionist that I the doctor wanted me to come in first thing because I had broken a tooth. So right at 8 I was taken back and put in the chair, the pretty assistant with the great assets took some x-rays of the booth and then the dentist came in. He looked at said, "Son, your tooth broke because you had an abcess. Did you have a filling on that tooth?" I had a lot of filling as a kid. My mother has terrible teeth and I inherited that trait.
After some chit-chat about boating and fishing, he numbed me up really good. Then I waiting and waited and waited. Finally he back in and went to work. I learned that he likes to fish, he went gambling this weekend and to a party he did not really want to go to, but he had a great time anyway. I also learned his assistant is a big party animal. I am glad she was not hung-over.
More more novicaine, lots of drilling, and even a burning smell I was all done. I have to admit that was actually a very pleaseant trip to the dentist--even for a root canal. My dentist ROCKS!!!!
After I got home, I was very patient and careful as I drank. I would place my finger to my lip to make sure I knew where it was and then I would drink. I did that every time, but ONE!! So you can imagine what happened. I spilled my drink all over my shirt. Go ahead and laugh--I did.
I feel pretty good this evening. My jaw hurts from the pulling and pushing and prodding. However, I don't really have any pain. So I count myself lucky. Back to the pool in the morning.