My dentist sings to me....
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I figure most of you if you were spittin' blood that you would think it was a bad thing, but me I immediately was brought to the Holy Ghost thinking that maybe God had a protective plan for me concerning the non donors leaving us precariously precarious if one can be in God's Care.
See I was terrified of dentists. Mine was from the Gestapo. He drilled on my teeth without Novocaine, yelled at me for squirming, and I have seen more cordial holocaust camps than his office.
On that, when a filling fell out, I got a new dental doc years ago to fix it. Did a great job, told me a cavity was forming in the other tooth and left it at that. As I could not see anything, I thought it was ok, but about 3 years later it turned white and turned to mush. So being poor it got rotted to the gum, and a new dentist, a woman pulled the thing out with some rather Nazi torture chamber tools. I adore her though as she sings while practicing her profession and when she jerked that tooth out with this clamp thing, she cracked the tooth the Gestapo guy had drilled to the bone and said he might have to pull it after he filled it.
That is the reason I never touched that tooth as it was a problem.
So after the opera gal cracked it, the filling loosened. I thought OK, but what the shit.
Then a chunk fell out of it a few years later and I thought, OK, but what the shit as if she fills it, it is probably going to have to be pulled and if she pulls it........well that is one more hole in my head leaking blood.
So Sabbath morning, I am having with TL a lovely German blueberry streussel or strudel, depending how I am telling the story, and I find this thin in my mouth. I thought it was a pecan hull, but when I spit it out, it was the filling from the Gestapo, a silver and mercury thing.
I said something like SHIT and went to call the dentist. They were closed of course, so I rounded her up, and she said it would be more, but I told her to open the office up as I wanted this thing done, as I did not know if it was going to start hurting or when I could get in there as appointments were like two weeks.
So she rounded up her assistant who was not pleased to be hauled back to work, and they examined me, (two more cavities I better get looked at) and said , Root canal or pull it.
I said pull it.
She uses all kind so new pain deadeners........yeah the first dose, she got at me with this blunt object and I thought, "What are you doing with that?', and then she said I would feel some pressure. No it was like a horse laid into me, but it was a surprise. Round two she asked how I was feeling and I said, "I can feel that", so we stopped, she shot me up with some super stuff that even the dead could not feel death with once shot up, came back and got to work on me, and she asked "Do you feel anything?", I said YEAH, but keep on going an with that she got it loose, cracking sounds in my skull and out it came which is always nice.
Like TL I hear allot of consternation and amusement in dentists who blurt out, "YOU GOT ALLOT OF BONE", apparently I grow bone well and so does TL.
The tooth came out clean. Got instructions in the packing gauze and I was headed home for the drive. 20 minutes or so, got out and spit out pretty like Alabama Crimson Tide blood. Hmmm I must be bleeding a bit.
So spit some more, more like snoose spitting a real spitting would tear the scabs out that were making, and packed it again, and laid down. I was too keyed up to rest, but rested about an hour, swallowing blood, got up, spit, more blood. By this time things were starting to hurt in the gauze on my gum. Oh I got a stitch too for some flap. Don't know what that was about but it was free even if the rest was not.
So TL was out for a walk, and I drove to find TL and said I was suppose to eat soup, yogert, ice cream or something like that for 3 days and we needed to do some shopping. So off we went, I spit out more blood as I had repacked with just one guaze, and sat there and when TL got back, I spit out some more blood.
Forgot the ice cream, went back, spit out some more blood, got the ice cream, spit more blood, went home, spit out more blood and as I was hungry I figured that blood added to my diet was good for me, so as we had homemade broc cauliflower cheese soup thawed, that would be better than the store kind, had that, drank water, spit some more.........did not seem as much blood, so laid down and rested or tried to, and went to go find TL outside, and spit more blood. Not as concentrated so I figured I did not need to be putting in more gauze.
Came back, tried to rest and finally conked out about 8 o 'clock, slept till midnight, got up, brushed my teeth carefully and back to bed for not going to sleep, but sleeping till about 6 am, then again until almost 9 am, which I never can do.
I could still tasted blood, rinsed my mouth, but there was no bleeding. That was my day then, in eating careful, and tasting blood in everything.
I did do ibuprofen, but that was because I had more pain in other teeth elsewhere in my head, which is I suppose due to having allot of bone.
I was thanking God after this happened on the way to town as I figured that this was God's doing in something is coming up, when I would not want to be stuck with a rotting tooth and expecting TL to cut and pull that thing out if TL could as it probably would have broke off as I have allot of bone in my head.
So that is where it stands. I know Maggie mentioned she was getting tuned up too, so maybe God is tuning people up for the time when a bolt cutters or a rock to the head is going to be your dentistry. Things like that tooth bother me all the time. When that chunk fell out I would get bacon or something like that struck in there and be perturbed as I did not want to have that filling come out. Damn thing is, I checked that filling with my tongue and literally eating coffee cake which is soft is just fell out. Why I figure it was God getting me tuned up for the final go rounds in this adventure for when Jesus comes back.
So I was happy spitting blood. Meant that hole was draining. Was a bit concerned when I spit blood for five hours pretty good and was a bit better than just half that amount later. I know when I went to see TL one of those teeth cracked off which was a wisdom tooth and that started the adventure, in I came home, laid down, spit some blood, and by the next morning I was spitting some blood, but I thought, "What the hell", I could bleed the 500 miles driving to see TL or I could sit home wasting a day spitting blood. So that time was better in I did not bleed as much to being with, but bled longer. This time I bled like a stuck hog, really pretty Crimson Tide Blood, but it let off to just the blood taste the next day.
So much for lots of bone and two different scenarios. Just means you never know what is going to rip loose and where or where God put the parts together as there is not much room when you got lots of bone.
So I'm thankful for God's Care. Not many people have a God Who pops out fillings put in by Gestapo guys, but that is my God always looking out for me as He can not count on non donors.
I should make a post about my dead, macabre, death looking neighbor who vexed me awhile back, but that is another tale in the adventure of Lame Cherry. God has been very good to me this week as He always is, but I sure put Him through His paces and I feel guilty about that as He does seem to like the Red Sea moment stuff, I feel remorse in how hard He works to do things. I mean most people don't want to stick their fingers in other people's mouths, but I got a God who sticks His in and pops a filling out to fix things up before the bad times catch up with all the non donors as they got their cash but it don't know the future nor does it pull teeth when dentists are not around.
That about wraps this up, as by events it seems that something is on the horizon to change the way things are done.
Tonight I am going to have Mello Yello as it goes good with ibuprofen, and some Colby cheese, and maybe a soft cookie or two to celebrate.
Oh I took it easy today, TL did all the chores this morning lifting water buckets.
I wonder what events (plural) God had me spittin' blood for.
Oh and as some of your are probably pretty dense what I'm saying is, I think some bad things are going to happen
Nuff Said
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