I am in much pain. No, not much, ALL pain. I feel like a saw went to my gum. I just had an implant in---yes, I am complaining (eat my shorts whoever it is that thinks I complain too much)---a screw that is going in my gum beneath my teeth so some special thing can get done for alignment and braces. Not only do I have a metal screw in my gum, I have heavier wiring, and I feel like death. DEATH I tell you. I am no wimp either. I can fight pain. I am about to puke.
No, I am alive. And this living human feels lots of PAIN.
The Girl was in the room when the doctor screwed the screw in with her tool. I felt it the whole time. Not a pleasant experience, but with my daughter there I decided I would do my best to keep my face and body still.
"Are you using a screwdriver?" she asked the doc.
"Sort of," she said.
"Are you just screwing it in?"
"You could say that," the doc answered.
"Looks like you are about done," the Girl said as I laughed at the oddness of the whole situation. The doctor was trying to make it less traumatic for the Girl while I was trying to keep a good face for the Girl and the doctor. Uh, yeah, it hurts, but uh, lets just get this thing over with, k?
"Can I see the screw?" the Girl asked.
Right then the doc was finished with the job and she allowed the Girl to see my gum.
"That's vile!" Her face went sour and she backed up.
"That's a big word for a little girl," the doc said, "you get that from your brothers?"
"No," I said, "from her mother."
Is the pain supposed to hit my ear? I am so not good. I will so not sleep tonight and I will so not eat food for a long long time.
Excuse me now (seriously) while I go upstairs to die. Heaven help me if I ever get a bullet wound.