“Today, in our field, there is so much talent and recognition that we are reaching a saturation point. An artist should no longer strive only for breathtaking craftsmanship; he should, instead, try to help us live better, either by dressing the wounds that are constantly being opened by society, or by offering solutions to get us out of the mess we’re in…But it’s going to be difficult and we have a lot of work to do.” - Jean 'Moebius' Giraud
Thursday, June 26, 2008
No...not 'NACHOS'. I'm talking about The Hand-resurrected assassin.
Speaking of nachos, the oral surgeon gave me a piece of paper saying that for the next couple of days, I should avoid hard edged foods like nachos and chips in order to not open up or aggravate the stitched up wound where my rotted out wisdom too used to be.
Yeah, I went and got the tooth pulled today. Well, that's not quite accurate (*WARNING: If you're easily...um... 'queased', I'm gonna get a bit detailed - navigate away now). Because the tooth had been so corrupted by the cavity, the surgeon couldn't get quite get a full handle using his super dentists tools (BTW, in the years that modern dentistry has been around, they have yet to step away from full metal tools that feel like they're grafting robotic parts into your mouth...I'm just saying, don't we have carbon fiber/ nanotechnological thingamajiggers that we can substitute instead? Haven't we come that far? I'm not saying anything bad about my dentist nor my oral surgeon - they were both AWESOME! Anyway...), so he had to break up the tooth into small little pieces and pick them out of my mouth one little chunk at a time. Let me say this again - he BROKE the tooth into little chunks using what I can only describe as giant pliers. He dug in there, took a good grip with the metal jaws, crunched away. Yeah, it actually CRUNCHED. Then he made with the drill and grinding tool. Whirring and crunching, whirring and crunching. If it wasn't for the fact that I was completely anesthetized, I would've been even more grossed out. So it was a morning and afternoon of pointed tools, and digging, and suction, and tooth debris. Then I drove home and got some frozen yogurt. It's been quite a day.
In all honesty, the whole thing went off pretty hitch-less. The disappointing aspect is the fact that the tooth didn't come out like they do in the cartoons; all whole with the root prongs sticking out. My morbid, curious mind sort of wanted to see that. But the point is, the tooth out. Stupid, useless wisdom tooth.
BTW, I'm all doped up on Vicodin. These next few End League pages are gonna be amazing.
at 10:35 PM