OK… So after several visits to the dentist to save my tooth; a cap, a root canal, and now… gonna yank that puppy out. Eeeek. I know ya’ll wanted to know this and be it me to deny you that info.
Ether was the way to go. Put the child out n’ under. Probe and poke and pull.
Terror Terror in the waking. Hallucination. and more terror
There is no wonder the horror of decades past to rise to the hard buzz of the drill
The nose fills with burn of decay and old rot hidden beneath silver amalgam.
Mouth full of cotton. A locked jaw gapping cavern of an ol’ pie hole tinged of coffee
The whoosh of water with the slurp of suction and the hard bolt of air
Make way for the silver sharp probe of dig and drill. The clean away of dead.
Terror slips away to acceptance with the old shiver of fear behind closed eyes.
Pull the fricking thing out. Yank it away so the split ends it’s ache
Some parts of me just have to go with a life well spent on chewing.
Get it out. It’s done holding it’s space in this mouth.
Yank that old tooth and let me live with that gap
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
I am having MEGA work done at the moment so this was very topical for me right now. I won’t even begin to tell you my story, it is a horror one. Have a good day.
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Sending you Love and Light during the horror of. It is really not a pleasant thing to have my mouth probed and pulled at. Fortunately, I have a wonderful dentist.
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I had my first, and so far only, “permanent” tooth pulled a few years ago. I was glad it was all the way in the back and the lack is not obvious. Still, it depressed me in a way I still can’t express. It’s not as though it was the BEGINNING of my dissolution yet it made me feel inexplicably older with the loss of it. Sometimes my tongue still finds it’s way there and the loss still tinges a bit.
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