Happy to be Back!

Hello everybody. Have been under the weather and had to have a tooth removed. My dentist years ago told me if I kept my wisdom teeth, since they were softer than regular teeth I would have problems in later life. Well he was right! My tooth was extremely healthy, I bit into a sandwich and it split in two! This was something my current dentist - Dr. Joe - told me was very rare. In this case it isn't too great being rare. So after trying to save the tooth for the past few months and my heart palpitating from the extra infection and battles from my immune system the tooth was exed! Good riddens you crack pot!!

Have you ever had a tooth removed? If you hate any medical related situations like I do, it can be a living hell. Thank God one of my best friends is my dentist. Joe has the most incredible chair side manner and literally hand walked me through the entire process.

If you are squeemish, avoid reading the following:

I had never had a tooth removed, unlike the majority of my friends as teens had all their teeth pulled at once. At this time I was too stoned and into partying to even think about going through all that nonsense and opted to deal with it later in life. Damn.

So here I am - a big sissy, in the chair having to rush miles from the desert to arrive out in Mission Viejo to undergo a tooth extraction. When I arrived - late of course - they rushed me into a chair, checked my blood pressure - which I hate worse than cleaning out urine underneath the cat box - and then they tell me - "You need to relax before we cut into your mouth!" Oh great - how in the world am I going to relax when I see them setting up needles, plyers, rubber gloves and a huge hammer - just in case I am suspecting.

When the time came I was ready. I didn't want to face this alone so I started to hum a song I heard from Guru Singh - "To be confident, that the Infinite, will take care of it, we're so fortunate." Trust me I wasn't fortunate to see that huge needle getting ready to be plunged into my absessed gum, but I was fortunate that God was on my side - or I was deluding myself into believing this.

Whatever Joe did was amazing! He hit the right area and I felt the constantly soar and pressurized location, that was hungry for something ease. At it did I did. Then step by step Joe prepared me for this and that. A painful tug here and a painful tug there, and some ooze came out, causing a weird taste in my mouth - probably all that infected junk, then the tooth slid right out. Nice work Picasso!

I kept wondering as he stitched my gum if this being a wisdom tooth would make me less wise? Yuck yuck.

The best is what happened an hour later. I found myself on my dad's couch in Anaheim watch "The Tooth Fairy" with The Rock. Pretty apprapro.

So now I am in healing mode. Was able to work today, and now return my focus on what really matters - marketing this book in which I have heard no feedback. Did I shock the folks who lived it? Has it brought back unpleasant memories of days gone by? Has it angered people and they are amassing an angry mob to lynch my ass. A wisdom tooth is one thing, I wonder if Dr. Joe can reattach my head after the mob rips it off of me.

Happy reading and kind remarks are always welcomed.