i was booked for a 2 hour appointment so i knew there would be a smidgen of pain involved. i was in the chair at 9:00 ready to meet my maker. i got my shot of freezing and fun began. as soon as she started drilling i almost jumped out of the chair. i needed more freezing. after getting another shot and waiting a few minutes she started drilling and again i almost jumped out of the chair so she had to give me more freezing. she was a little miffed and wasn't gentle giving me the third shot of freezing. this time it worked and the fun began. she was drilling and chiseling away and things were progressing pretty good until something happened at 10:00.
THE FUCKING FIRE ALARM WENT OFF!!! i kid you not, the fucking fire alarm went off!
she kept working thinking it was some sort of a test but the bells started getting louder and more frequent so we had to evacuate. i had to walk down 6 flights of stairs with a frozen mouth and a molar that was half gone. it was raining when we left the building and took our places among all the other evacuees. it took about 10 minutes for the fire truck to arrive and another 10 minutes for the firemen to walk around the building, look up and decide there was no fire then another 10 minutes to tell us there was no fire and we could go back in.
so i had to walk up 6 flights of stairs with a sore mouth and a feeling that the fun was just beginning. by now the dentist was 30 minutes behind schedule so all her goodness and loving kindness was out the window not to mention she was huffing and puffing from walking up 6 flights of stairs. the freezing was coming out by the time she was finished and i was not happy.
so it's back to the scene of the crime on thursday. in preparation for the ordeal i bought myself a little treat for after the appointment.
2 feckin lindt chocolate easter bunnies to eat as soon as i get into the mighty sonata and turn on the stereo. ah, the cadillac of chocolates!
note to self, don't park in the sun. wouldn't want the bunnies to melt.
i love you sons of bitches.
16 comments:
It's a good thing she didn't knock you out with gas, or you'd have been carried out of the building on a burly fireman's shoulder, which wouldn't have been great for your image. Make sure the bunnies are soft before putting them in your mouth.
Well, it could have been worse.
You could have been a woman in the stirrups, speculum in place, having a pelvic exam, when the alarm went off.
This has always been my own private nightmare.
gb - i don't want my bunnies too soft. like most things, hard is good.
shaw - tough call. i was in pain and it still hurts a little.
Man, that's pretty crappy luck. At least it wasn't really on fire.
I only go to dentists on the ground floor. (Mostly because that's all there is around here.)
Great Scotch! What an ordeal. I think they should have given you 20 quality minutes with the nitrous oxide dispenser to compensate you for the trauma. What savages.
tex - but it's nice having a view while getting drilled.
thims - a little scotch would have been nice.
I didn't set out to, honest, but I couldn't help but laugh through this whole read! Especially after seeing "...pilfering a few easter jujubes."
It's just the sort of thing I do. No kidding--13 shots of Novocaine at my last root canal.
Better store those bunnies in a cooler. Ah, sweet rewards. ;)
So the dentist was going at your teeth in such a frenzy that they started smokin' and set off the fire alarm?! I'll bet you're wishing you took me up on my free dental work offer now, aren't you?
I just got two drilled out & didn't feel a thing. One time I was waiting for the numb & went to sleep. The dentist freaked, thought I had died. I went to sleep once while he was drilling. Obviously, dentists don't bother me-- tho I would've died having to do all those stairs with a mouth full of holes.
jayne - the bunnies turned out to be white under the foil. 13 shots! ouch!!!
static - do you give out complimentary toothbrushes?
bob - man, i can't even sleep at night. sometimes life just isn't fair.
Thank you for reminding me to be thankful for having all my teeth jerked out.
You changed your profile picture.
billy - it's the new me! these feckin teeth are living on borrowed time.
Good luck BP. Hope things go better on the next visit and I am craving chocolate right now.
Here's the way dental appointments should go, in my opinion: first, you never know when your appointment is. Sometime during the night a team sneaks into your house and sedates you, whisking you away to the dentist. There, under general anesthetic, the work is completed. You are then transported to a 5-star vacation resort for recovery.
Seriously, when my dentist asks me how much Novocaine I want, I tell him I want so much I want to walk out of the office with a limp.
Okay, this is the worst day I can imagine that doesn't involve blood. I hope you had your chocolates and savored them well.
I used to be pretty comfortable in the dentist's chair, but in recent years I've become a dentist weenie. I HATE that stuff. I get anxiety attacks from the novacaine, which is the worst part. And there's just so MUCH dentistry required of late.
At what point does the maintenance of this mortal coil become too expensive and painful to pursue? Oh, wait a minute; that's that "death panels" thing, isn't it?
As you say, don't worry. You signed up for a whole new body at 75.
maybe it was the smoke coming out of your mouth from the grinding of your teeth..no chocolate for me any more at all..I'm eating so healthy it's making me sick.
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