Now they are not.
I asked to keep them so that I could show Gabi, who loves all things morbid, but I'm the one who can't stop playing with them! They make a clink clink sound when they hit against each other. Like dice. So awesome.
Gilberto gave me the best compliment ever when he saw them.
Gilberto: Wow, honey, you're teeth are so small! Look at those little teeth! I'm impressed.
Me: Why yes they ARE small! Thank you! But why are you impressed?
Gilberto: Who knew something so small could come out of such a big mouth.
Me: I'll ignore the thinly veiled stab and take the compliment part.
There's not a lot about me that's small, so it totally made my day to have small teeth.
When I woke up this morning with such excruciating pain in my mouth, I was SURE it was something super serious. Like some sort of deadly infection in my lymph nodes. Or mouth cancer. Or my strep throat coming back, though in some weird way that did not directly affect my throat, since it was more the side of my mouth that hurt.
So imagine my embarrassment when the doctor told me it was probably just a rotten tooth, but that I did in fact have pink eye (don't ask) and he could treat me for that. So at least the doctor's appointment wasn't for naught.
I guess I'm lucky that my dentist was able to get me in right away, and that an oral surgeon was found that had an opening before going on Christmas vacation. But holy cow!! Feeling someone wrench your teeth out of your head is NOT FUN! And I thought I was going to throw up all over the guy when I started to hear the tooth pulling noises. Scraaaape scraaaape. YUCK.
I'm finally home, cheeks stuffed with giant wads of cotton padding and still numb from my chin to the top of my nose. Gilberto thinks it's hilarious to flick my lip and watch it flap.
This is not the Christmas I planned, but I'm wondering if I can get some sympathy spoiling out of the deal. I'm all about working with what you got.
Oh, and those are WISDOM TEETH. I do not have a gap in my tooth line.
You still had your wisdom teeth?! I wasn't allowed to go on my mission when I was 21 if the old Smart Chompers were still in place.
ReplyDeleteGood heavens...Merry Christmas to you!!! :-p Pudding is your friend.
Hey Laural! Just passing by to wish you and the family Merry Chistmas!! :)
ReplyDeleteOh Laural! Well, I'm glad it's not mouth cancer. Eat loads of ice cream for Christmas dinner, but no milk shakes through a straw - dry sockets are a new level of hell.
ReplyDeleteHoly crap, Laural! That's CRAZY! What else can happen to you? Oh, and Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteOkay, that just played into all my worst fears. You are so brave! And I'm so glad I got all my wisdom teeth removed when they were impacted! :) Happy Holidays! Pain-free! :)
ReplyDeleteOuch!! Did those hurt coming out?
ReplyDeleteOH MY! This is such a funny story, though! lol. Glad to hear you found the culprit and they are out, though. I hope you feel good in the morning and enjoy yourself a bit!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the chuckle today, loved the little teeth/big mouth story, ha ha ha.
I was thinking they looked big!
ReplyDeleteHopefully the pain was worth it and you were feeling much better now that they are out.
Merry Christmas, Laural!
At least you got two teeth for Christmas, even if they weren't front ones like the song. :) I know, the song is asking for the teeth to be put in, but hey, you work with what you got, LOL.
ReplyDeleteSo glad that you aren't in pain anymore and hope that enjoyed the rest of your Christmas holiday.
Oh my--I hope you're feeling better by now. I had my wisdom teeth out at 27. I had 6 of them removed, and I think the recovery was worse than the surgery! At the very least I hope you're being spoiled rotten!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays!
Oh wow... that is *special*. I don't think I'd be able to do that at all. They'd have to knock me out. A lot. And I probably couldn't keep them either ;) I don't do so good with people messing with my mouth. I'm a wimp.
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