Had a tooth extracted this morning. I had walked in with a glimmer, a flicker, of hope that upon further review, the tooth would be seen as salvageable.
Not so. It was out in 30 minutes and when I saw what was left of it, I realized I was lucky to get off a lightly as I did. It was the next to last molar on the top right: the roots spread fore and aft to anchor it, generally making extractions problematic — like pulling a toggle bolt through a brick wall. But since the visible tooth was cracked all the way to to the gumline, it broke into two chunks under some persuasion and came out in stages.
Yuck. Now to sit around with gauze in my trap and wait for things to calm down.
There are lots of things I’d rather do right now.