I had my upper right wisdom tooth removed this morning... not something I was particularly looking forward to, but apart from problems with the blood clotting after extraction, I've had no pain at all... In fact, the worst bit was the five attempts that were needed to find a vein to inject the sedative that was the only way I was going to remain in the chair.
The drug was a relaxant which would reduce or remove the violent gag reflex from which I suffer, but it also has the effect of inducing mild amn... mild amnes... it's no good, I've forgotten.
It was an altogether nicer (although equally unmemorable) experience than when I had four teeth extracted to make a bit of room in my ever so petite gob... I was eleven at the time and I can remember just one thing... as the gas mask was pushed over my nose and I start to inhale the horrible-smelling ether, my mind suddenly imagined that the dentist was a large marble.
Not a marble something-or-other... just a big round marble. Weird...
Anyway, two wisdom teeth were taken out when I was in my early twenties but it was nearly two more decades before another extraction; the offending lower tooth had been the subject of a "fillathon" and to be honest, I was glad to get rid... the pain I had from that one tooth... well let me tell you, it was worse than childbirth (... and if that doesn't get a comment or two..!).
So I am now officially minus one quarter of my adult teeth, so why my front two are still wonky, I have no bloody idea. But at least the ones that are left (wonky or otherwise) are mine and hopefully, that'll be the way it stays for a good few years yet...
Got to go now... the Neapolitan ice cream is calling me...
All my own work... almost.