Yesterday I went to the dentist. Aside from the completion of root canal treatment, the extraction of a wisdom tooth was on the agenda. The root canal job passed without incident, as is the norm these days. However, the extraction of the wisdom tooth was a little more difficult. Picture the scene; my dentist, a former Dutch motocross champion with arms like Popeye, twisting the pliers back and forth while I offered as much resistance as my 18 inch neck could muster.
Eventually the wisdom tooth let go and came out, the dentist stumbling backwards as my tooth and his pliers shot out of my mouth together. Luckily without damage to the front teeth.
Now I have a large hole where the roots of the wisdom tooth used to be. Rather naïvely I went to lunch in a nearby Spanish restaurant today and enjoyed a satisfactory, if slightly bland paella. I now have a grain of rice stuck in the hole, and rinse as I may, it won’t come out.
Eventually the wisdom tooth let go and came out, the dentist stumbling backwards as my tooth and his pliers shot out of my mouth together. Luckily without damage to the front teeth.
Now I have a large hole where the roots of the wisdom tooth used to be. Rather naïvely I went to lunch in a nearby Spanish restaurant today and enjoyed a satisfactory, if slightly bland paella. I now have a grain of rice stuck in the hole, and rinse as I may, it won’t come out.
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