This is my 49th “12 of 12.” A Tuesday. A day off. And a day I wasn’t looking forward to. Well, I was, but I wasn’t.
Backstory: On New Years Eve eve, I had a chunk of molar (#3) break off while eating–of all things–oatmeal. No dentists anywhere could get me in that day to extract it as most were on holiday. I called down the list in the phone book. Two different dentists were able to get me in–one that evening, and one the next morning–but as I found out while with them, neither of them extract teeth any longer. WTF? What the hell kind of dentist doesn’t extract teeth? Both of them wanted to refer me to oral surgeons to have it extracted. Seriously? What kind of shenanigans is this? Here I was in pain, and they don’t pull teeth.
The pain was manageable for the most part (my liver probably isn’t happy with that quantity of ibuprofen), so I more or less suffered up until this point. I was able to get in yesterday to see this dentist, and said he would/could pull it, but he wanted to start me on antibiotics first. So after a day of that, today was the day for the extraction.
Which didn’t go so well, so today’s pictures aren’t that… inspiring.
All pictures were taken with my iPhone 6.
I would have taken more pictures, but trust me, they’re just from me sitting on the couch…
Until next time...