All dentists must die
My freakish mouth full of teeth.
1) No wisdom teeth
2) Big canines that are noticeable. I had them dulled down years ago because I kept biting myself.
3) Small teeth.
4)Too strong roots
Number 4 is why this entry is being made.
I reluctantly went to the dentist on Thursday. Dentists and I have a sorted past, so I always wait until I am forced to go by unmitigated pain. My gums on the upper left side were hurting so bad I was running a fever. So I just ignored it and plodded through my daily life. Three weeks later I noticed an infection had taken hold. Pain I can handle, but infection scares me. I don't fight off infection as easy as the rest of the herd. I made the appointment and showed up so nervous I could barely function. I explained my trans stuff to the dentist and made sure there was not going to be a problem. Last thing I need is a tranny hating doctor staring at my boobs with a drill in my mouth. But he was very understanding and had no problems so I felt ok about him. I thought maybe I was finally getting my wisdom teeth. Nope, no such (bad) luck thank goodness. Mr Dentist informed me that I am incapable of growing them and that I am a step up the evolutionary chain. I figure it will be just one more excuse to hunt me down when the revolution comes. The cause of my pain and infection was a ghostly reminder from my past dental experiences. There was a leftover permanent tooth up in my gums that never came in. So recently it started moving down until it hit one of my two primary teeth. Yes, I have two primary teeth leftover. My childhood experiences with my primary (baby) teeth was horrifying. Because of freakishly strong roots none of my baby teeth fell out. All of them had to be pulled out or dug out. (My permanent teeth are the same way.) Elaborate winch and pulley systems were used to yank the baby teeth. So here I am again. Mr. Dentist and I talk about my past experiences and he assures me everything "will be ok." We (meaning he) will pull out the (healthy) primary and allow the permanent to fall into place. So he at first tried to pull it out the "normal" way and it wouldn't come out. He only succeeded in almost giving me whiplash as he yanked the tooth with a head around it. I shot him a look of death and he apologized. He tried a winch and pulley affair and broke the tooth. I heard and felt the *crack* and I started to get panicky. He eventually had to use an air compressor hydraulic thing-a-majig and got the rest of it out. He slit the gum cleaned up the infection and straightened the new tooth so it will come in properly. I have stitches, so I have now crossed the 100 mark for a lifetime total of stitches to my body.
I am still hurting.
I hate the dentist.
My freakish mouth full of teeth.
1) No wisdom teeth
2) Big canines that are noticeable. I had them dulled down years ago because I kept biting myself.
3) Small teeth.
4)Too strong roots
Number 4 is why this entry is being made.
I reluctantly went to the dentist on Thursday. Dentists and I have a sorted past, so I always wait until I am forced to go by unmitigated pain. My gums on the upper left side were hurting so bad I was running a fever. So I just ignored it and plodded through my daily life. Three weeks later I noticed an infection had taken hold. Pain I can handle, but infection scares me. I don't fight off infection as easy as the rest of the herd. I made the appointment and showed up so nervous I could barely function. I explained my trans stuff to the dentist and made sure there was not going to be a problem. Last thing I need is a tranny hating doctor staring at my boobs with a drill in my mouth. But he was very understanding and had no problems so I felt ok about him. I thought maybe I was finally getting my wisdom teeth. Nope, no such (bad) luck thank goodness. Mr Dentist informed me that I am incapable of growing them and that I am a step up the evolutionary chain. I figure it will be just one more excuse to hunt me down when the revolution comes. The cause of my pain and infection was a ghostly reminder from my past dental experiences. There was a leftover permanent tooth up in my gums that never came in. So recently it started moving down until it hit one of my two primary teeth. Yes, I have two primary teeth leftover. My childhood experiences with my primary (baby) teeth was horrifying. Because of freakishly strong roots none of my baby teeth fell out. All of them had to be pulled out or dug out. (My permanent teeth are the same way.) Elaborate winch and pulley systems were used to yank the baby teeth. So here I am again. Mr. Dentist and I talk about my past experiences and he assures me everything "will be ok." We (meaning he) will pull out the (healthy) primary and allow the permanent to fall into place. So he at first tried to pull it out the "normal" way and it wouldn't come out. He only succeeded in almost giving me whiplash as he yanked the tooth with a head around it. I shot him a look of death and he apologized. He tried a winch and pulley affair and broke the tooth. I heard and felt the *crack* and I started to get panicky. He eventually had to use an air compressor hydraulic thing-a-majig and got the rest of it out. He slit the gum cleaned up the infection and straightened the new tooth so it will come in properly. I have stitches, so I have now crossed the 100 mark for a lifetime total of stitches to my body.
I am still hurting.
I hate the dentist.
