Today I walked into Dr. Pete's office with 29 teeth and walked out with 27. Then one hour later I walked into Dr. Weber's office with 27 teeth and walked out with 26. I somehow ended up in a turquoise chair surrounded by a million stuffed animals surrounding me, listening to The Incredibles, wearing Lady Gaga-esque sunglasses, and sniffing grape flavored Happy Gas. I'm still not sure how I got there, all I really remember from this day is Craig Smith The Tooth.
The Dentist was supposed to pull out three teeth out but only ended up getting two out. Apparently the third tooth was grown into the bone! Since the pain in my mouth was so severe we had to go to the oral surgeon to get it removed immediately.
When we got to the oral surgeon they took me into a little dark room literally strapped me into a chair and put a one size fits no one nose cover on me so he could release the happy gas. During the tooth removal operation they kept asking me yes or no questions. I kept answering them until I physically could not move anything. But they still kept talking to me. Then it all felt like a dream. I think I started saying weird things cuz they just started laughing. Then they started talking about Craig Smith. I have no idea who Craig Smith is. So I just started laughing. When the tooth was out and I was sort of aware of my surroundings I told the doctor all I remembered was Craig Smith The Tooth. He just laughed at me and said Craig Smith was his assistant surgeon.
So here I am. Blogging to you without feeling in the right side of my face. All I can say is, I better have the worlds best smile after all of this.
