Sherpa's Wonderin's

Welcome to Appalachia

As soon as I arrived to the building where the dentist office was, I knew I was in for a surreal experience. The dentist office is housed in a building constructed in the 50's that hasn't had any remodeling for a half of a decade. I walked in asking if this was where I needed to be to an older lady right out of the I love Lucy Show. (If Lucy took place in DC, this is where they would've lived, in the 50's). The office was quaint, and although I have few qualms about dentists (except for my inexplicable finely toned gag reflex), I started humming the dentist song from "Little Shop" in my head, and continued to try and banish Little Shop memories when I was asked to give next of kin and ushered to the "examining room" which was all white tile, and the tools were antiquitated. The oral surgeon was young, about 30 and cute in a Joel from Northern Exposure kind of way.

The tooth extraction went pretty well, and I'm doing okay, except yes its a big hole but not real noticeable and bone had to be removed to take it out so the hole is a little more gaping than it would be normally. I don't have to worry about an implant for at least 4 months which is cool.
The tooth is a bicuspid so it isn't real noticeable but I have a wide smile. Well not so wide today or for a few days. I was really skeptical of the whole operation going on at the office, but they took pretty good care of me and the pain has been manageable. Except for nearly fainting at the metro station today which was my fault probably.