Weird

My baby is dieing, but it aint dead yet. I thank God this death is a slow and drawn out one, hopefully I can transfer all my info before she bites the big one. Tis a sad turn of events just the same.

Yesterday was a weird day. I was trying out my mini-Afro on a trip to the dentist and I added fuel to the XY's argument 'Women don't know how to drive'. Its almost embarrassing, who scratches a mirror on the driveway as they back out? Who Flubs on a repeated action? Oh vey indeed, but I just gave my baby fro a pat and drove on.

So I get to the dentist and I'm given various numbing agents so they can take care of me cavities...I have a strange feeling I should be embarrassed to mention this. They poke, the probe, they fill, apparently and off I go. Mercy me my face is slightly swollen. Dear me, its even slightly painful to the touch. I don't believe this is a normal side effect, but I tough it out and wait for my sister to face the dentist.

By the time she's done, I've already visited the nearest mirror and fallen back aghast at how obvious the swelling is and asked for the dentist. "I don't understand why there should be swelling, there wasn't any swelling the last time. Is it possible that I could be having a reaction to something?" I worry, imagining that my Elephant Man smile may become a permanent fixture of my visage.
The dentist gives me a song and dance about fluids and painkillers and I nod, imagining my face swelling with an increased fervor to the size of a basketball.

We get in the car and I give my sis a bit more ranting about not liking that my face is swollen. Gingerly I touch the spot where my face seems to have acquired its own zip code. "Here, you feel it. Its hard!" My eyes must have been like saucers. She presents me with an index finger and stabs at the place I gestured to. A sharp pain pulls me away from her critique and all of a sudden I remember something.

I turn away and reach my index finger under my lip. Sure enough something welcomes me. A bit of searching and out comes the cotton who-the-hell-knows-what dentists use so they can get to the teeth without attacking the lips.

The man Forgot something in my mouth! How is this possible?

Needless to say my sister laughed up quite a storm. It took about half a minute for the mortification to wear off before I started laughing too. I considered calling the dentist but decided against it. He'll just have to read it like everyone else.

-Reminds me of a story where doctors operated on a man and then left a towel in him, which decayed and caused a host of other problems later on. I suppose I should thank God I wasn't in oral surgery.