Then, I don't know maybe Sunday late day I start to feel a soreness on the opposite side of my mouth. I thought maybe I scratched the gum or something. Well this morning at 2 I woke up with this serious pain, the whole side of my face throbbing and I realized that this abscess is in the same area except on the right side of my mouth. I call my dentist at home and I am informed that not only is it 3AM but that he is on vacation.
So after the initial fleeting thought of flying to wherever he is and demanding he pull my teeth I figured I would go to the emergency room. Then I realized that wisdom teeth are not a small deal and that there may be a chance that I would have to go under anesthetics.
So I think of the next best thing and I go to the vet hospital and talk to one of the vets who is my friend. The following is the conversation we had:
Dr. McStuffyPants: Hi Vic.
Her: What's up... you don't look so hot.
Me: I have an infection in my gum line that is affecting my tooth.
Me: Wisdom tooth.
Her: Wait you still have your wisdom teeth? How old are you?
Her: Right, what are you doing here you should see a doctor.
Me: Stare, mischievous grin.
Her: Stare. (and in a not to stern voice but one not overly sympathetic to my plight) "I am not pulling your tooth."
Me: Teeth. I want you to pull both.
Her: What! No, I am not pulling your teeth.
Me: A dog and cat take Propofol 6 mg/kg IV so bump me down to 5.4. Propofol me, do the deed and then reverse it.
Her: You know Propofol can have an adverse effect on your reproductive system.
Me: Scoff, huh, in that case give me extra.
Her: I am not pulling your teeth.
Me: Didn't I let you borrow my car for your BIG date with Mr. grill work. And when you went to San Francisco how much did that classy hotel cost? Oh wait you stayed in the apartment. And did I not give you half my bologna sandwich last weekend when you told me you were starving.
Her: Seriously, bologna sandwich.
Me: I am grasping at straws here.
Me: To much?
Her: Just a bit.
Me: I am not playing Splinter Cell with you tonight.
Her: So, 4 PM?
ME: Yeah. You better bring ice cream.
So then I proceeded to do what I did last time which was to grad a pair of hemostats and a 15 blade and puncture and drain the abscess. Which 10 minutes later felt better and now I cannot hardly tell that it was there.
*Note I was just messing with her (and she knew it) and there is no way I would have her pull my teeth.