Monday, January 09, 2006

My roots run deep...

I had the very last tooth on each side on the top jaw removed today. My teeth are straight but a tad crowded and these were giving me trouble so they told me to have them pulled. I was so freaked by the idea of this. I was a head case for the last three days.

My dentist says I had long roots and my teeth did not want to come out. We had a bit of a war with them. She tried to pull one out all at once, I told her it wasn't going to happen, but she seemed to think she had a shot. After what can only be described as some of the worst sounds I have ever heard coming from my mouth (it sounded like my skull was cracking) she finally gave up and said she was going to have to break it and go one root at a time. When she was trying to take the whole thing, I swear it felt like she was going to snap my upper jaw in half. It was some serious hard core pressure.

She broke it down and went one root at a time. They marveled at how long my roots were and how deep they ran. She lost her grip on them quite a few times before they came out. She was right, they looked like reversed fangs! Super long and sharp. I could feel them all the way in the back of my nose. She said they were so long they probably would irritate my nasal cavity if they got infected. Gross.

They are out now, and the one strange thing I noticed was when I take the gauze out of my mouth and speak, I swear my voice sounds different. It changed the acoustics in the inside of my mouth and it makes it sound deeper in my head. It is annoying. I am sure I will get used to it over time, but being the audio geek that I am, it is bugging me. Jon says I don't sound a lot different, but that is because he doesn't hear how I hear my voice in my head. It is like standing in a really echoing room or something. I sound a lot boomier in my head. I should try singing.

The doctor said I was a great patient. I didn't even flinch. I told her it is because I am an Alaskan. We are a tough bunch. And well, I gave birth with no meds, all natural. Nothing will ever hurt that bad ever again.

Oh, they gave me Vicoden, so I will take that if it hurts and they put me on an ice cream only diet for the next 48 hours. Life is rough.



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