I was slowly going mad at home when the phone rang at 09:30. It was the dentist. I had an appointment for 12:10 but he said he had a cancellation and if I could make it to his surgery in 15 minutes he could work on my teeth now. I was there in 11 minutes…
I could walk right in; he was just having his coffee break with his assistant. I'd had no coffee yet, but he didn't offer me one. Instead he told me to sit down and open up.
After a bit of poking and an X-ray he gave me the verdict: bottom-right needs a bit of drilling and a filling, top-left needs removal altogether. Actually, top-left needs removal of the rear-most molar, which is the one next to the one that hurts! According to him the problem is inflammation of the gums and not pulpitis. So, no root-canal treatment necessary. Phew!!
Removing the last molar will give me a better chance of keeping the molar clean and the gums healthy. He also said I still had a wisdom tooth waiting there which might now come to the surface. Wisdom at last…
He anesthetized both sides of my mouth and started drilling away on the lower right. He then filled the hole and started to extract the molar on the top-left. I didn't feel a thing, but he was groaning. When I raised my eyebrows as if to ask "what's up, doc?" he said the roots of my molars are exceptionally long and the forceps he used to get the molar out was biting in his hand due to the force he had to use. He showed me the palm of his hand and there was a nice bright red imprint of the forceps! He said he'd probably feel it for the rest of the day.
An hour after I'd walked in I was outside again, drooling with relief. I was pain-free, hungry and had acute cafeine withdrawal symptoms. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to eat or drink until the anesthetic had worn off. That was around 14:00.
I had a pancake for lunch; nice and soft food which I could chew on one side of my mouth. Later in the day I did some shopping for tomorrow's food. I walked past Afrikanerplein to Wibautstraat and started to appreciate the world once more. The trees on Afrikanerplein looked lovely in their autumn colours.
I was just a few meters away from the AH on Wibautstraat when Danny called to ask me if I wanted to go out for dinner tonight. Regretfully I declined; eating is still a bit of touch-and-go right now and I'd rather go and be sociable when I can eat normally again.
So, instead of a nice dinner with Danny I had a mashed banana, a pancake and a piece of quiche. All food that needs little or no chewing.