some rushed freeflowing thoughts about my dental appt this mornin
so I had to get an impression done for some dental crown thing I'm getting. I am one of the millions who had braces, so I recollected those ol' days of getting impressions and thought, this should be quick and not too terrible.
HA!
dr.R is checking out my lower molars and uses my eyeball as a leverage point for whatever he is up to. Um, yeah, that's my eyeball that you are pushing into my head with the heel of your hand. No damage done though and it was brief so I decided to get over it. then they get ready to do the impression and get out this crazy gun a la style of those crazy super-hold-til-the-world-falls-apart-first glue concoctions that have two tubes and when you squirt them out they mix and the magic staying power is created or something. Anyway. This looked like that, but much bigger, and it was bright pink-red. He squirted that all around the edge of my gums and teeth then they stuffed the tray in my mouth (full of grape-purple junk). So remember how impressions aren't exactly tasty, but they are slightly minty and not revoltingly unpleasant? well, this one was bitter and revoltingly unpleasant. and then they have you pinned there where you can't respond because they have a tray of bitter junk and half his hand stuffed in your mouth. "relax your tongue. open wider." um, right. and my taste buds are scratching my hangy-bob and it's all I can do not to wretch, and I'm already opening as wide as I can. "relax and breathe through your nose" yeah I would if my breathing tube weren't being crushed right now. eventually he moves his hand and his glove is pretty much glued to my face. then he peels off a layer of that bitter purple rubber stuff. no wonder I paid extra to come to this fancy dental place; they are giving me a facial too! I just keep thinking, it's just this one and it will be over soon.. over soon... , like dorothy tapping her slippers- there's no place like home, no place like home. then, since the impression is suctioned onto my teeth, he proceeds to forcefully rip it from my jaw, conveniently using part of my jawbone as leverage. immediately he looks at it, pokes it, and rejects it. "we'll have to do it again" what?!?!? this time they squirt purple around the gums and fill the tray with pink-red. Pretty much the whole thing repeats again and finally it's ripped out. Thank heavens. Then they are like "we'll just wipe some of that off your face. oh! and there's so much on your neck! I'll give you a mirror and you can get it off." what the heck were they doing?? trying to take an impression of my entire head? then I was lucky enough to get an impression of the upper teeth, but thankfully that was like the good ol orthodontic impressions I remembered from years gone by- minty, light pink, I can breathe, it's not all over my face. Finally I got to go. At work I discovered a wad of bright pink gummy stuff in my hair. maybe that's why those fellows on my walk to work were so friendly... (see yesterday's entry: in the space of about a block I got a very enthusiastic how are you/have a great day/be happy!!--musta looked morose and bedraggled with that wad of what would appear to be gum in my hair-- then I got a marriage proposal from a gentleman in a bright yellow, super reflector tape-ified fireman-like jacket at the bus stop. maybe tomorrow, sir, maybe tomorrow.)
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