I was driving along the 401 earlier today and the car two cars in front of me braked really suddenly. (I still don’t know why they did that.. nothing was in front of them) We were on the express, in the left lane, so we were going at least 120. Most of the time, I assume that if you’re able to get yourself across 7 lanes of traffic, at a good speed and not impede flow, you’re not an idiot. Anyway, the car in front of me braked, but not soon enough, or the brakes couldn’t do it in time and he smashed into the back of that car. Meanwhile, there’s me like 10 feet behind, slamming on my brakes as debris flies over my car and onto the highway.
In less than a second, I realized that I wasn’t going to brake in time and that if I didn’t do something, I was going to smash into that second car. The ABS was kicking in hard and I learned that it takes my car more than 10 feet to go from 120 to 0 haha So I had to decide whether to hit that car, or swerve right into traffic coming up from behind.. do I suck it up and hit that car or have the potential of avoiding it all/cause an even bigger accident, like a 6-car pileup? (The left shoulder was out of the question since the first car started to pull over) The entire time, my foot’s pushing on the break, I looked into the rear-view mirror and saw that cars were swerving right behind me to evade it all so I was like, “Excellent, they’re paying attention, no time to think, SWERVE!” Then I stomped on the gas and away I went.
I arrived at the chiropractor’s 20 minutes later and said, “You almost had to treat me for whiplash too…”
The FBI currently defines rape as “the carnal knowledge of a female forcibly and against her will”, which, as Vanessa explained back in April, excludes statutory rape, same-sex rape, forced anal or oral sex, rape with an object and victims who are male or transgender or have disabilities, not to mention those who have taken drugs or alcohol and therefore had their ability to consent
The Uniform Crime Report Subcommittee voted unanimously to change the definition of rape, which had not been changed for 80 years (!) and rape will now be defined as, “penetration, no matter how slight, of the vagina or anus with any body part or object, or oral penetration by a sex organ of another person, without the consent of the victim.”
In case you need to be brought up to speed, here’s Part 1and Part 2.
So here we are, the conclusion to a 3 year long series documenting my journey of losing 4 teeth. I apologize if this doesn’t turn out to be as lengthy as the previous entries, but I hope to do it justice. Thanks for sticking around for it, it’s been a pleasure to write.
Why couldn’t I have them all taken out at the same time like a normal person? Heather reckons it’s because my dentist is an evil man and doesn’t take wisdom teeth out in a humane manner lol I don’t really mind that part so much because it makes for great blog material, but it was originally only supposed to be a 2-part blog series. The first time, I was supposed to get both teeth on the right side removed, but he didn’t check out the xrays before he anesthetized half my face and realized that only the bottom one was ready to be removed. So the top one was left for this time and the two on the left got taken out last time. Major -_______-“
I arrive at the office around 4:20 today, 25 minutes early for my appointment, and the receptionist tells me that they’re running early so I’d be seen right away. “Great!” I thought, “I can get this over with quickly.” The beginning of the session goes by pretty normally. A routine dental checkup, xrays (these always make me gag) and cleaning. After we’re done that, the nurse hands me some mouthwash to rinse and spit. I end up spitting half of the mouthful onto my bib… -_-“
The dentist comes in and asks me when I wanted to make an appointment to remove the last wisdom tooth, and I was pretty confused. I thought we had the understanding that the surgery would be done today, so I said, “Can I get it done today?” and he says “sure,” and leaves to go grab me the xrays we just made. The xray showed that my tooth was still embedded underneath the gum, pushing up against the molar next to it, preventing it from coming out properly. That means the dentist’ll have to do a little digging in my mouth.
He had his surgical tray brought to him, and I saw that he already had his anesthetic needle prepared. Holy crap that was fast. I said, “the worst part of this is the needle part, after that, I can’t feel anything!” (Partly true…) He laughs and then tells me to open my mouth and relax (that’s what she said). As soon as he gives me the first injection, Don’t Stop starts playing on the radio, I thought that was pretty hilarious. I think he gave me 5 or 6 injections in total, and then he told me to sit tight and let the numbing take effect.
After 2 to 3 minutes, he turns to me and said, “Okay, let’s begin.” In his left hand, he held a metal s-shaped instrument that he used to pull my lips/cheek out of the way and in his right hand was a scalpel. No hesitation at all. In what seemed like a continuous, fluid motion, he pulled my cheek aside and drove the scalpel into my gums. I winced, expecting to feel something, but no such sensation ever came. I sat there, super tense, as he dug deeper and deeper until I felt him hit bone, which I assumed to be the target tooth. (I’m going to assume lots of things since I didn’t actually watch. I’ll try to paint the picture from what I could feel.) He started slicing parts of my gum away to expose the tooth and once he deemed it to be acceptable, he grabbed his mini-water saw-thing.
I have no idea how one extracts a tooth, so maybe he creating a significant gap between the tooth and the molar? Or maybe he was somehow loosening it from my upper jaw? All I know is that there was a lot of water being sprayed into and then coming out of my mouth. After about a minute of this, he turned around to grab yet another tool. I knew this one well.. It’s the crank/plier-like one that he uses to actually extract the tooth. He said, “Okay, you’re going to feel some pushing.” Some… would be an understatement. I could feel the crazy amount strain that was being put on my jaw and the only thought in my head was, “Please don’t pop. Please don’t pop. Please don’t pop.”
All I could think about was that I knew if it did pop, it would hurt like a bitch.. but then again, my face was numb so I don’t know why I was so scared. Anyway, after a couple of tries, the tooth still wouldn’t budge, so he went back for the water saw and I guess did away with more gum/bone there before returning to the crank. He kept wedging it and this time after 3 hard pushes, it started to give way. It wasn’t a pop. But through my bones I heard the tearing of flesh and bone… and it sounds exactly like what you think it sounds like.
He took the tooth out in one piece. As soon as the tooth was removed, I felt drops of blood drip on my tongue and roll towards the back of my throat. The nurse took one of those suction thingies and sucked all the blood away. Very different from a previous time when he practically broke the teeth and took them out in pieces =/ Anyway, he said, “all done!” and then turned around to get the needle and thread to stitch me up. This part was kinda bad, the instrument he was using to put the stitches in kept hitting the roof of my mouth in a part that wasn’t numb and kept almost triggering my gag reflex. Also, while he put the stitches in, I noticed his gloves were speckled with blood that covered his knuckles and fingers.
Anyway, I ended up getting 2 stitches. After that he told me how to fold the gauze and to bite on it hard. Ice pack for today, 20 minutes on, 20 off. If it kept swelling tomorrow, it’ll be a warm pack. Oh, and also no alcohol or smoking. Darn, I was planning on picking up the habit this week.