Posted on February 11, 2003 in Dentition
I’m starting to think of tooth number 30 as a dark, underground cathedral where bacteria hold unspeakable rites as they burn out the floor, which is my jawbone, to allow the rise of subterranean deities. The fistula is overflow from this chamber, that pops when it gets too large and dribbles out the colony.
Next week, I take a valium one hour before the procedure, have my wife drive me to the dentist’s office, let the assistant stoke up the IV, and then watch the darkness for an hour and a half while they pull out the tooth and insert a bone graft. The disease is in the jaw bone now. That’s why the tooth must die.