So yesterday I headed up to
Allyn, WA in anticipation of my dental surgery to remove two teeth. One of those teeth is one from which
a huge filling had fallen out and the rest of the tooth had gradually been chipped away till it was a mere stump. The other tooth, as I've mentioned before, is towards the back of my lower right jaw and has been in a painful state of
abscess for this past week. The week of hell was soon to draw to it's close.
I tried to sleep that night... fell asleep in about two different two and a half patches punctuated by waking up in pain... retreating to the dimly lit dining room to nurse the pain with a cold glass of water... looming over the glowing screen of my laptop... looking for distractions to tide me over. The morning finally came and I was too nervous to really eat anything much other than a bowl of cereal. Eating the cereal in and of itself was pretty laborious so I had to take it slowly.
At about 8:15 am I walked across the street to our neighbor Ernie's house. He had offered to help out since my mother was busy that day in driving me to and from the appointment. The drive was pleasant enough despite the nagging pain I felt in my tooth. Ernie took a different, of the beaten path, route to the dental surgeon's office. Along the way we passed by the
McCormick Woods golf course where Ernie had worked years before.
Arriving at my appointment in
Port Orchard, things got started pretty quick. The oral surgeon was amusingly just as prone to cracking jokes and levity as my dentist back in
Belfair... perhaps dental school comes with free comedy classes? The whole thing had me pretty nervous even if I was looking forward to getting the teeth out, seeing all the pliers and other tools laid before me was enough to give me a horrible case of the shakes!
Things started with two different types of local anesthetics being injected in multiple places all over my gum-line. Then quick enough it moved into the actual pulling of the teeth. The first one on the upper jaw went pretty quick and easy... it echoed the reports I'd heard from other people about the procedure being "no big deal" and gave me hope for the next one.
That hope was pretty quickly dashed against the rocks, however, when I realized the local anesthetics weren't really doing much for blocking the pain on my abscessed tooth. He had to yank the hulking molar back and forth a few times and each time it sent ripples of pain through my body making my shaking worse. After realizing it wasn't going to come out easily he decided to just
drill through the bastard thing. As the drill went down through the nerves I let out several yelps of pain and clenched my fists tight. The horrible smell was just as overwhelming as the pain. Finally he got to pulling it... or rather... twisting out the pieces one by one. Each time this happened I not only cried out but also began
convulsing (although I did my best to hold still).
Eventually it was all over and I breathed a long sigh of relief. Since then it hasn't been too bad. Some aching to a certain degree yeah... but I was able to take a nice long nap after Ernie had dropped me back off at my mother's house in Allyn. Oh yeah... and they gave me a souvenir of the experience. I'll post a couple photos here for you (queasy readers beware).
First you have the adorable little white and golden plastic "
tooth fairy" box it comes packaged in:

And then you have the especially magical gruesome contents contained within:

And with that we turn to tonight's show. I guess it might be better if I had just taken this as a chance to recover and rest... but hell!!... this was the
penultimate installment of the
Chuggypig Unlimited Express that I had left to do. There's no way I wanted to be a weary ol' wuss-pants and miss out on it! Besides, being free of this abscess has left me feeling fairly re-invigorated really! Can't wait to have a nice long sleep now that I'm finished with the show!
Amusing little thing that struck me as funny earlier while I was cueing up for the show... towards the end of the playlist I lined up some cds and unintentionally paired two songs next to each-other one titled "Tell Me Where It Hurts" (by
Kevin Blechdom) and another titled "Extraction" (by
Lords Of The Outland). As if that weren't enough, the next set included a cd released on a label called "
Twisted Nerve". Subtle reminders of my trauma lurking everywhere tonight... and all in a row like that... oh my!!
Anyways, the playlist for the show and mp3 archive is up here now. Hope you Enjoy!:
http://www.duckhugger.com/cue-playlist/cue-2009-08-31.htmlP.S. - To the long time listener who called me in to wish well and mourn my departure. Thanks that really made my night!!
To the two douche bags who called up after that... one guy saying "see ya' later queer!" after I hunted down a phone number he wanted.... and another guy calling me a "dickhead" because I wasn't up for taking his request... really... what's wrong with you people!? Is there some kind of petty-malicious-asshat virus spreading around or something? Not that cocks like that would be reading my journal or anything... still... felt I needed to vent a little...