Bone Spur
I think I have a bone spur on my right elbow. It’s a funny bump that tingles if I set my arm down on just that spot. At least I think it’s a bone spur. I mean, I hope it’s a bone spur. Then if it is I’ll just ignore it. I went to the dentist last week to get some fillings. Boy did they ever harass me to get these fillings. I mean, I work all the same hours they are open and I get one day off during the week every two weeks and that one day off isn’t something I’d like to schedule appointments on. They got a hold of me like a month ago and asked to speak to the parents of Heather Brown. I told the lady that since I was an adult now that I can pretty much handle anything they need. She said my picture looked really young (must be the, uh, baby fat) and that I need to set an appointment for fillings. So she kinda roped me into it. When I went in they asked me like 5 times if I was getting silver fillings or composite fillings and I told them like 5 times that I was getting silver. The assistant asked why and I told her it was because I’m cheap. The diffrence between the two is: Silver=$79.00, Composite=$321.00. That’s a lot for fillings just so they don’t show up in you’re mouth. Then the dentist comes in and checks to see what “we’re” doing today and gets all settled in the chair. He leans my chair back and I can see through the glass ceiling. He put some little swab in my cheek and swirled it around spreading some bitter stuff on my gums. Then he leans over me opens my mouth and gets ready to stick a big scary needle in my mouth. Yeah, right. I knew that they’d be drilling but I didn’t seriously consider that they’d be using needles. I think my eyes got really big, and I gasped and jerked my head to the side. What a wuss! He got annoyed. He said I wasn’t allowed to make any sudden movements and I wasn’t allowed to touch his hands. Ok dad. It wasn’t so much that I was afraid of the shot, which I really am afraid of shots, but you can’t just spring it on a girl like that! Dang, give me a little warning! It was the worst kind of needle too, it had those metal finger holes. I ended up getting 6 shots in the mouth including 2 in the roof of my mouth! But I was okay with it after he explained that he was going to drill on my teeth and that he administers about 50 shots a day. And I ended up getting the composite fillings after the girl told me that the silver fillings may eventually get pounded into my teeth more causing hairline fractures resulting in the possibility of more drilling in the future AND there is less drilling involved with the composite fillings. Then after I got the fillings and the stuff in the needle wore off my teeth felt a little off–like they were crooked or something. But I didn’t think it was a big deal until I was eating dinner, a nice plain salad, and as I was chewing a very sharp pain shot through my tooth and seemed to vibrate all the way to my jawbone. I thought my tooth fell out but when I went to the bathroom to check I still had all my own teeth. The next day I called the dentist office again and the lady said I needed an adjustment and that it happens all the time. Oh. So, everything’s fine now I’m just going to try to be prepared for next time. The dentist said I need my wisdom teeth out…
February 9th, 2004 at 7:42 pm
I remember getting my wisdom teeth out. I tell the story when ever I want to horrify some one about to have their’s done. Want to hear it?
February 10th, 2004 at 11:37 am
Bring it on! I’m sure just hearing the story will prepare me for my own procedure.
February 10th, 2004 at 12:40 pm
I was born with one tiny wisdom tooth; the dentist said I’m probably never going to have to have it taken out.
February 10th, 2004 at 1:06 pm
Kind of bragging aren’t you John? I would let any woman you’re considering as a mate know that you have only one tiny wisdom tooth as a selling point. It may make the difference between a long life of lonliness and a life filled with love and family. *wink wink*
February 10th, 2004 at 1:32 pm
let see, this was all many years ago. first they put me under and cut them out. that wasnt really all that bad, execpt that I hate needles. I got home, my mouth was a bit sore but what do you expect? hour later its getting worse. two hours later my cheeks start swelling. then I started vomiting blood which, besides being rather gross, made the pain really bad. it also made my mouth bleed that much more with the results of vomiting more blood. that lasted for about a week, during which I “ate” one small can of v8 and hardly slept at all. the next week the vomiting more or less stopped and my diet increase to v8 and jello pudding snacks. I still didnt sleep much. it wasn’t untill two weeks had passed that I was able to accually eat something solid (a hamburger) and then I had to wait another day to eat again from the pain. it took about a month in all before I was more or less recovered. though to this very day the places where they took them out still tear open on occation.
February 10th, 2004 at 2:44 pm
Ho-ly Smokes! That’s the worst dentist story I ever heard! Where did you go to get your wisdom teeth out…Mexico? Why didn’t you call the dentist about the vomiting blood? And the no food part would be unacceptable to me. Ugh, your dentist sucks.