Alternately Titled: “Adventures in Home-Dentistry”
I played with the now-pain-free tooth until it was almost out. When Doc woke up, I asked him, “Do you want to pull a tooth out?” Which confused him, because he had just woken up and didn’t remember my broken tooth. He thought I might be talking about one of his teeth. Poor Doc. I’m too vague, I cause him unneeded stress.
So, when he woke up some, and could see, and I had explained what I meant, he got the medical forceps we have and sterilized them, then called me into the kitchen. I told him it would hurt a little and grabbed a paper towel for drool or blood. He got a hold of it right away and pulled it right out as soon as he figured out the point of resistance. No blood, very little pain. He was amazed the root was still attached, like I said it would be. Why he doesn’t believe me is beyond me sometimes.
So, the bad tooth is out. This is the second time that Doc has come to my dental rescue. I took some Ibuprofen and should be able to eat in about an hour, which is good, it’s been a week (aside from last night’s pot stickers) since I ate something substantial. And I have my meds, so I need to eat. I checked out the soup that Doc got me, but it’s “light”. So, I’d have to eat three cans of it, or add a half a cup of cream, a half a cup of cheese and a half a cup of bacon. That seems a little too much effort, and I can’t chew the bacon. It’s potato soup. Not even potato leek soup. I have a bunch of potatoes, maybe I’ll make a big batch of potato leek soup and freeze it. Make it with butter and cream and fresh leeks.
Oh! The wicked tooth is gone!