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jackshoegazerI am home from my wisdom teeth extraction. Teeth, as in plural. I had the two on the right side removed because they were the troublemakers. We'll see later if the other two need to go. I kind of hope they do, if just for the sake of balance.
It was actually a fairly easy procedure, though the lower tooth gave the dentist a rough time. Apparently the x-rays lied and said the roots were pretty straight, no curvature. It wasn't a mere curve, it was an almost-90 degree hook at the end. That puppy did not want to come out.
But it did and I'm home and my face is still numb from the anesthesia. Soon I'll probably take some pain pills and space out to a movie. Or maybe work on an![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
iconomicon post. Both require about the same amount of conscious enthusiasm.
I wrote my personality essay yesterday at Panera on University. Almost interrupted the Iron Man a few times while biking there and back. Picked up a pair of Rocket Dogs because they were extra super double amazingly on sale. Like $17. Loaded up the iPod full of new music last night and promptly forgot to bring it with me to my appointment.
You may find this interesting; it's a series of illustrations from France in 1910 as they imagined life in the year 2000 would be.
The dentist couldn't get the tooth out. It was the bad one that had been causing me so much pain the past few months. It was chipped and decayed down to the raw nerve and it wouldn't let go. I could feel myself clenching against the pain, as if I was purposely holding it in. Then it struck me, that this was like anything dead or rotten, be it a tooth or an attitude or belief, that I should relax, let the pain come, let the tooth go.
So I did. I unclenched my muscles, slowed my breathing and relaxed. With a suddenness remarked upon by the dentist, the tooth slipped right out, as if something inside had been holding it tightly and just let go.
It was actually a fairly easy procedure, though the lower tooth gave the dentist a rough time. Apparently the x-rays lied and said the roots were pretty straight, no curvature. It wasn't a mere curve, it was an almost-90 degree hook at the end. That puppy did not want to come out.
But it did and I'm home and my face is still numb from the anesthesia. Soon I'll probably take some pain pills and space out to a movie. Or maybe work on an
iconomicon post. Both require about the same amount of conscious enthusiasm.I wrote my personality essay yesterday at Panera on University. Almost interrupted the Iron Man a few times while biking there and back. Picked up a pair of Rocket Dogs because they were extra super double amazingly on sale. Like $17. Loaded up the iPod full of new music last night and promptly forgot to bring it with me to my appointment.
You may find this interesting; it's a series of illustrations from France in 1910 as they imagined life in the year 2000 would be.
The dentist couldn't get the tooth out. It was the bad one that had been causing me so much pain the past few months. It was chipped and decayed down to the raw nerve and it wouldn't let go. I could feel myself clenching against the pain, as if I was purposely holding it in. Then it struck me, that this was like anything dead or rotten, be it a tooth or an attitude or belief, that I should relax, let the pain come, let the tooth go.
So I did. I unclenched my muscles, slowed my breathing and relaxed. With a suddenness remarked upon by the dentist, the tooth slipped right out, as if something inside had been holding it tightly and just let go.
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Date: 2007-09-10 07:52 pm (UTC)Funny, they didn't give us nearly enough credit on the audio side of things... Yet flying cars seem destined to forever represent the fantastic future.
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Date: 2007-09-10 08:00 pm (UTC)I did. I've always been fascinated with depictions of the future and how those depictions have changed over time to where something like the orignal Star Trek series that's based on events well into the future can look "dated". Also I want to know where the future they promised us is? Back when I was in primary school I wouldv'e thought I'd be living on the Mars colony by now.
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Date: 2007-09-10 10:34 pm (UTC)I thought for sure we'd at least have flying cars but now that I am older and drive, I realize we will never have them because people can barely drive on the ground :P
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Date: 2007-09-10 10:39 pm (UTC)Wait, so do youhave dentures now?!
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Date: 2007-09-11 05:42 pm (UTC)Holy global empire, Batman!
Date: 2007-09-10 08:40 pm (UTC)Good luck on the tooth, and looking forward to the next batch of iconomiconism.
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Date: 2007-09-10 08:53 pm (UTC)I can identify with the last metaphor - I experience a similar feedback loop when I have a migraine.
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Date: 2007-09-10 10:38 pm (UTC)to be fair, isn't that the definition of the internet?
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Date: 2007-09-10 10:45 pm (UTC)It's boring and doesn't really say anything.
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Date: 2007-09-10 11:09 pm (UTC)Well, maybe not that one.
How 'bout this one?
Date: 2007-09-10 11:39 pm (UTC)Re: How 'bout this one?
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Date: 2007-09-10 10:28 pm (UTC)Though, one time a friend of mine said he had a fifteen minute conversation with me at a rave in Milwaukee on New Year's Eve 1999. The only problem was that I was in Detroit. I did however have a dream that I was at that New Year's rave that night, so perhaps I astral traveled :P
Hey, maybe while I was getting my wisdoms extracted, I astralled over to Brooklyn?!
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Date: 2007-09-10 11:40 pm (UTC)Nonetheless, I find the gas works nicely in voiding all metaphysical and physical issues.
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Date: 2007-09-11 02:14 am (UTC)Gas wasn't really an option unless I wanted to wait and reschedule with an oral surgeon, so I opted for removal right then and there :) I am much glad for it, though I'm sure tomorrow is going to be a blast :P
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Date: 2007-09-11 02:23 am (UTC)If you can, try sleeping sitting as upright as possible. It really helps - something to do with nerves and pressure.
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Date: 2007-09-11 04:16 am (UTC)I got all the milestone teeth really early, and then they're always too big to leave be, so I always have to get them out. I got my 13-year molars pulled when I was 11, and then I got my wisdom teeth pulled when I was 15, in the summer between freshman and sophomore year. The latter was much worse than the first.
For starters, the doctor talked to me like I was 5 years old. His exact words were, "Well, kiddo, we're gonna [pop] knock you out, and then we're gonna pop out Mr. Toothy." Then when I actually went into surgery, they couldn't find any veins in my left arm to stick the IV, and so they stuck anyway, missed, and stuck again successfully in my right arm, leaving a giant nasty green spotty nasty bruise on my left arm. They told me that I would come out from under anaesthesia either drunk, giggly, or hysterically weeping, and I was like "Hey, 2 out of 3 aren't bad chances". But no, I came out weeping.
Then I threw up sporadically for weeks afterward, because they neglected to tell me that I had swallowed massive amounts of my own blood that my stomach wouldn't be able to deal with. They also didn't say a thing about the plastic sutures in my gums, which I only discovered for myself one night when I was eating.
Overall, when it comes to my own wisdom teeth, I say good riddance. It's reassuring to know that all my tardy molars are now gone, and I won't have to meddle with them again.
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