The One With The Dental Surgery

Today, I finally went to the dentist to do my dental extraction surgery,

After postponing it due to months of health scare.

The extractions were to make space to move my teeth around so that the braces can align perfectly. 

How many extractions?

FOUR!!

In the morning, I gave myself the painkiller injection that the dentist told me to take prior to the dental surgery.

You'd THINK that would have helped some.

Guess not.

Through out the 2 hour dental surgery, the dentist went through one and a half capsules (not sure how many ml) of anaesthetics.  

I'm usually fine with needles, but in the mouth . . . That freaks me out.  

And the syringe he used was metallic and big.  More freaking out.

Let's just say, by the end of the surgery, my lips were so bloated, my tongue felt like it wasn't there and I couldn't speak.

The receptionist, upon after I got out of the surgery, tried to make conversation with me.

I mumbled something about not being able to talk and a numbed out mouth.

He laughed.

I think I smiled, but couldn't tell with the numbness.

Ok, so that's left me 4 teeth less in my mouth.

From now on, all smiling will be done with mouth closed and no teeth showing.

Beauty knows no pain . . .

. . .. Till it meets the dentist.