The Surgurized Mouth

In the Eighth Grade I had braces, it was pretty bad.

but anyways, I had a tooth coming in at an angle from the rear, the only way my tooth could set correctly was if I removed one of my older teeth.

WITH SURGERY

I had to go to this specialist in Reston, across the street from The Reston Hospital.

he was an asian dentist (all my Dental Hygenist/Specialist had been asian wtf.)

he had put me under with gas, Laughing gas.

so throughout the procedure, I was giggly. hysterical, I was rather lax with my laughter to be honest.

he was going to put Novocaine(is that right? kind of like morphine) in my mouth to make my mouth numb.

nobody told me the split second before insertion was going to be a trip to hell and back.

I screamed at the top of my lungs

"I WANT MY MOM OW THIS HURTS SO BAD *SOB* I WANT MY MOMMY"

don't forget I was in the eighth grade. so it was pretty sad if you think about it.

what about all the kids in the waiting room, eyes wide open, the walls were thin enough you could hear me from across the street.

my mom recalled putting her head down and shaking it.

The Hygenist continued with "andrew, andrew, calm down, it was just..just a little pinch, keep breathing through your nose"

I breathed through my nose after that I "Blacked out" in the sense that I've already forgotten what had happened...

an hour later the man had mocked up some sort of contraption and chained the tooth that was coming to my braces.

and from then on my Braces Dentist (special name I forgot) would have to crank this tiny gear to pull the tooth down, and destroy the right side of my mouth.

Guh

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