I had two teeth pulled last week. I now have about six and a half remaining and am waiting on two bridges, an implant and a partridge in a pear tree in January. Four thousand dollars later and I’ll be chewing with the best of them.
In the meantime, I have experienced my first dry socket and the blessing of knowing heaven is just another sin away. I have yelled out so many expletives in the last two days, I have been excommunicated from not only the church, but all of Guernsey County, Ohio. I just went off on a little, old lady at the grocery for blocking my path to the “Oragel”.
Speaking of “Oragel” – please be advised that when you purchase this God blessed tooth pain relief, you better have a sharp knife to cut the tube or you may be screwed. After knocking down the dear little blue haired lady blocking my path to the check out, I threw a twenty down for the pimple faced teen at the check out – told him to keep the change – cussed Santa Claus at the Salvation Army kettle – and rushed to my car. Relief was only seconds away.
But no! Or make that – Hell No! The tube required a sharp knife to cut away the tip. Who carries a sharp knife these days? Not this loser with the dry socket. I have about twelve really sharp knives at home six hours from here – but I needed the thing NOW!
My only choice was to start gnawing away at the end with two of my remaining good teeth. I twisted and turned and pulled so hard on the tube that, apparently, I busted out a large opening and the sweet tooth nectar came pouring into the side of my mouth. The only problem was that it was the wrong side of my mouth and now I was still in pain and had half of my mouth drooping like I had just had a stroke. I worked the goo from one side of my pie hole to the other and, finally, felt the pain subside. By this time, I had Oragel all over the front of my shirt and had even managed to get some up my nose. Oragel ain’t no joke.
I was going to stop and eat a Big Mac since my mouth was completely numb, but my face is paralyzed and I am fairly sure the pimple faced kid behind the counter at McDonalds will never understand my order.
Screw it. I’m going home.
Wuv oo, Teve!