I broke one of my teeth, I think it was in early May, and there was not enough tooth to do anything with, plus the root was exposed, partially. So, it needed to come out.
I have had to wait until now as my previous dentist left, and the current one didn't start straight away. So, he just did check ups for a while, so that everyone was up to date, and then he started doing the treatment. I saw him in early July, I think, and had to wait until now.
Anyway, I went today, knowing that my tooth was being extracted under local anaesthetic. I'd been feeling nervous beforehand, (the last time was 35 years ago when I had a partially emerged wisdom tooth out,) I did want to avoid a general anaesthetic, as I don't cope with them well.
So, three numbing injections, then a scale and polish while it took hold.
Remember that I said that part of the root was exposed? Turns out very little was. He seemed to be pulling for ages before it came out. Huge long roots!
I felt OK until I stood up, then I went very woozy. I was intending to go back to work, but what with feeling woozy, not being able to talk very well, and having a pack in my mouth, I figured it would be for the best if I went home, as the dentist said. Oliver walked down to meet me, and walked back home with me.
Still numb now, over three hours later. My tongue still feels far too large for my mouth. Anaesthetic gets me that way.
Incidentally, do you want to know how I broke the tooth? I was eating an apple and the skin was so tough that it broke my tooth!
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