My horror story is less about the removal and more about the eating afterward.
Four wisdom teeth out in one sitting-no problem, I was unconscious the whole time. I remember the anesthetic tap being slid into my arm, the dentist coming at me with the gas mask, me asking him if he'd ever seen "Brazil," giggling...
Waking up the next day with holes in my jaw. Felt like shit, but I don't think I could have dealt with the whole experience.
So, the tragedy of it all:
There was a burger joint, Bond's BBQ, that made the world's best hamburgers. Each one took a half hour to make and bust have been hand spun from purest fold and fairy-dust. Truly, no hamburger has ever been able to compare.
About a week after I got the teeth out I was hungry for one of Mr. Bond's burgers, but the holes where my teeth had been hadn't properly healed.
Every bite of that exquisite burger was agony.
Bond's BBQ closed before my mouth fully recovered, and my final and enduring memory of Mr. Bond's creations is of pain. |