Well shoot, I been right here "do'n nuttin".
Thursday.....yup, I was up bright and early. Got to the dentist tooth pull'n place right on time. They sit's me down in this little chair and says...."are you ready"? Well yeah I'm ready, that's why I'm here. Holy crap....there's a road runner on sit'n top my "little red" BroncoII. Anyhows, the doctor swab my gums with some pink stuff and commenced to shoot my mouth full of novicane (sp)(I knew it, even spell checker can't correct my spelling). After a few minutes the doc says....."are ya numb yet" My lower lip is all swell up and I says...."yup" or something like that. Then he takes this little probe thingy and pokes around....then he start push'n this way and that way....I'm say'n "what the hell"? He had all kind of tools lay'n there and picks up this great big ol' needle nose pliers look'n thingys. And sticks it in my mouth. More push and pull, I hear all kind of weird noises. Then I feel him pull out a little piece of tooth. Remember I told ya he was gonna "knock" my teeth out? He says..."there it is"...the whole thing....just like that. Then he does the same thing on the other side. Nuttin to it.
Back at "da house" I was think'n golf ball swak'n. But I was starv'n to deef, belly growl'n at me....hungry and my lower lip was hang'n down on my chin. How the hell I gonna eat something with them big wads of cotton in my mouth and a lower lip what don't feel nuttin? I managed to get a bowl of soup down , mostly down on the brand spank'n new Walmart shirt I was wear'n. There goes my golf ball swak'n game.
Then yesterday I did nothing....nothing at all. Weren't no pain, no swelling and all is back to normal. Drink'n up coffee and smok'n little cigars....what the doc said I couldn't have for a couple days. Here's what I'm think'n, the coffee washed out all the poisons from them cigars and deadened any chance of pain and swelling. I could be right ya know.