I have bad tooth-genes, had a horrible dentist as a child who decided to make an ubertooth filling out of two of my molars, which resulted years later, in rootcanals during wartime with limited novacain (translation 5 hours worth of about 7 passing outs from pain as a 14-year old)...good old 3rd world dentistry.
Most the rest of the stuff after that have been not so noticeable, save the wisdom tooth scenario, whereby somehow I got coaxed into LOCAL anesthesia, and the petite dentistette had to climb onto me (no, not so kinky) to unhook the icepick thing, tried for a few hours (okay 80 minutes), gave up, and called the cavalry, who came in and said 'oh', and drilled for 3 seconds, and got the thing out...I had a sore neck for a week.
Other than that, I love dentistry...like the plague.
Jesus, that's bad. My little story pales in comparison to that.
Wheeew!
I've read that dentists have improved the health of the population much more than the rest of the medical community... No more abcessed teeth rotting in one's head.
I've broken two teeth, one against a hockey stick and the other against a
steering wheel.
The steering wheel incident left me with half an upper right central
incisor. So my dentist root-canaled it and filed what was left to a point.
Then he capped it. I was on a date not long after I got the cap. The cap
fell off during dinner, leaving my date staring across the table at
Nosferatu the Vampire.
oh my goodness gracious! that must have been horrifying. hope you turned it into a joke....somehow. did you ever see that date again?
George wrote:I was on a date not long after I got the cap. The cap
fell off during dinner, leaving my date staring across the table at
Nosferatu the Vampire.
Okay, you've officially made me pee my pants.
george:
If it works out, that's quite a memorable one to tell your grandkids...
