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jakebe
The wisdom tooth is out, which means subsisting on a diet of SlimFast and soup for a little while. But hey, impromptu diet!
The procedure itself was astonishingly fast with little pain (so far). The guy was an old-timer who obviously knew what he was doing. Swabbed the area with a numbing agent, shot the sight up with local anesthetic and tapped and pried the sucker out. I was in and out in less than fifteen minutes, from sign-in to the judicious allotment of ibuprofen. Wow. And to think I wasted a sleepless night on this!
The real fun came after the appointment as I was waiting in the parking lot for my ride (Thanks,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caleb_badger!). As I was finishing up Jon Stewart's Naked Pictures of Famous People, and alternately thumbing through my favorite parts, walking around and repositioning the gauze in my mouth and looking around to spot Caleb's truck, a police car pulled up behind me. "Hey." This police officer is wearing his genial, but wary face. "Is everything OK?" Just then, a second police car pulled up and two more policemen got out, forming a loose formation to the left and right of me.
Uhm...what the fuck? OK, play along. "Er, yeah...just got my wisdom tooth out and now I'm waiting for a ride."
"Oh," the policeman said. "We just got a call from someone that you've been staring at the federal building for the past 20 minutes and talking to yourself."
"Really?" I tried to sound incredulous, which worked because I was. "Huh, that's weird."
"Yeah, it is. Everything OK?"
"Sure. Besides the wisdom tooth thing."
"Can I see your ID?" I give it to him and he continues to be genial. "Wisdom tooth, huh? Man, you're in better shape than I was. I got all four out in one go. Hurt like a sucker."
"Yeah, that sounds like a bad day." I'm clutching a bottle of pills and a book by a renowned liberal author in the same hand. This cannot look good. Police Officer #1 steps back to call in my ID, and Police Officer #2 steps in to fill the conversation vacuum without missing a beat. They must have had seminars on this.
"So, what're you reading?"
"'Naked Pictures of Famous People.'" Just then, Caleb shows up with a look of wonder and -- dare I say it? -- glee on his face. Three white police officers surrounding a brown guy. Is it possible I look Arab from a distance? Dear God, I am never going to live this down.
"Huh. Is it funny?"
"Oh yes," I say, and mean it.
Police Officer #1 hands me my ID and says, "Well, have a nice day. Hope you don't get dry socket."
I thank him and get into Caleb's car.
"Oh my God," he says.
"Oh my God," I say, and then we both laugh the whole way home. All the time I'm thinking what a great LiveJournal entry this would be. Sad, innit? ;)
The procedure itself was astonishingly fast with little pain (so far). The guy was an old-timer who obviously knew what he was doing. Swabbed the area with a numbing agent, shot the sight up with local anesthetic and tapped and pried the sucker out. I was in and out in less than fifteen minutes, from sign-in to the judicious allotment of ibuprofen. Wow. And to think I wasted a sleepless night on this!
The real fun came after the appointment as I was waiting in the parking lot for my ride (Thanks,
caleb_badger!). As I was finishing up Jon Stewart's Naked Pictures of Famous People, and alternately thumbing through my favorite parts, walking around and repositioning the gauze in my mouth and looking around to spot Caleb's truck, a police car pulled up behind me. "Hey." This police officer is wearing his genial, but wary face. "Is everything OK?" Just then, a second police car pulled up and two more policemen got out, forming a loose formation to the left and right of me. Uhm...what the fuck? OK, play along. "Er, yeah...just got my wisdom tooth out and now I'm waiting for a ride."
"Oh," the policeman said. "We just got a call from someone that you've been staring at the federal building for the past 20 minutes and talking to yourself."
"Really?" I tried to sound incredulous, which worked because I was. "Huh, that's weird."
"Yeah, it is. Everything OK?"
"Sure. Besides the wisdom tooth thing."
"Can I see your ID?" I give it to him and he continues to be genial. "Wisdom tooth, huh? Man, you're in better shape than I was. I got all four out in one go. Hurt like a sucker."
"Yeah, that sounds like a bad day." I'm clutching a bottle of pills and a book by a renowned liberal author in the same hand. This cannot look good. Police Officer #1 steps back to call in my ID, and Police Officer #2 steps in to fill the conversation vacuum without missing a beat. They must have had seminars on this.
"So, what're you reading?"
"'Naked Pictures of Famous People.'" Just then, Caleb shows up with a look of wonder and -- dare I say it? -- glee on his face. Three white police officers surrounding a brown guy. Is it possible I look Arab from a distance? Dear God, I am never going to live this down.
"Huh. Is it funny?"
"Oh yes," I say, and mean it.
Police Officer #1 hands me my ID and says, "Well, have a nice day. Hope you don't get dry socket."
I thank him and get into Caleb's car.
"Oh my God," he says.
"Oh my God," I say, and then we both laugh the whole way home. All the time I'm thinking what a great LiveJournal entry this would be. Sad, innit? ;)
