Reply #20: Good luck!

[vixengrl]

When I had mine surgically removed (they hadn't erupted yet), I was semi-lucid, but felt nothing. I recall a Jeffersons rerun was on the t.v. I could not follow the plot. And they gave me lovely percosets afterwards. Alas, they said I could neither french kiss nor slurp spaghetti--I was nineteen! I lived to french kiss and slurp spaghetti--what did they know? So I enjoyed simple foods--dunking grilled cheese in tomato soup and devouring rice pudding like a fiend (if you can invision a rice pudding devouring fiend). I behaved for about three or four days, and then did the unspeakable--I yanked at my stitches. My dentist was horrified. I was so lucky I was a fast healer. He looked at my stitchless mouth, smooth, unchallenging with its seven yrs of orthodontia and plastic molar bonding (to keep caries out of my deeply ridged molars, you see. It's prophylaxis). With disgust he wished me well in my evil self-dentisting stitch pulling ways.

I survived, and wish you well. :hi: