Part 2 is up, and Erica is a crybaby
Some of you may have already noticed, but Part 2 of my Richard Windsor interview is now up on Spanking Tube, here. I really appreciate Rich getting these up so quickly, and I hope you guys like them! And if you do, please do take a sec and give a rating. I suppose there will be those who are disappointed because there’s no spanking, just talking, but there will be that fun little spanking clip that Rich and I did as well, coming soon.
Please excuse me, but I’m going to whine now. I went to the dentist today. Here’s what was on the docket: an old crown on the upper left was to be removed and replaced, and the tooth next to it needed a filling. Then on the lower left, an old filling was to be replaced.
The crown should have been simple; the plan was to pry it off, take the impression for the new one, then cement the old one back on as a temporary until the new one was done in a couple of weeks. However, that didn’t happen. The damned old crown would not come off.
Dr. T said he was going to try to “tap” it off. He was going to hammer at it a bit in an attempt to loosen it, but I wouldn’t feel any pain. Well, guess what… despite four shots of anesthetic (yes, four), I still felt pain up in the jawbone. Plus, the feel and sound of the impact did something to me–I could sense and hear this banging resonating loudly through my head, and it freaked me out. I guess I must have gone chalk white, and I didn’t realize I was twisting and wringing my fingers until the dental assistant laid her hand gently over mine. The doc would stop, then try again, but the @#$%ing thing still wouldn’t come off and I was clearly terrified, so he stopped.
Plan B — drill the old crown off and fit me for a new acrylic temporary, since the old one would now be history. So drill, drill, drill away, plus drilling for the new filling in the tooth next door. Granted, by now the anesthetic was fully kicked in and I felt nothing, but my jaw was wedged open and my mouth stretched wide, and I could hear the drill (plus there’s that lovely smell of your teeth disintegrating). So when he finally said, “OK, drilling is over,” I had to fight the urge to burst into tears of relief. Yes, I am a big old baby.
The crown and the one filling ended up taking 2 1/4 hours total, and they didn’t even get to the second filling. They’ll do that when I go back for the permanent crown. However, I couldn’t get an appointment for that until three weeks from today. And instead of my porcelain old crown as a temp, I have an acrylic that isn’t meant to withstand all that much stress. The last time I had a temporary crown, I chewed right through it.
God, I hate dental work. You can say what you like about my spanking tolerance, but I am not a masochist. I hate pain.
The lidocaine has worn off and a dose of Advil has beaten the flare-up of pain down into a dull ache. And I have been warned not to eat anything sticky or really hard for the next few weeks. Thank God I don’t chew gum.
OK, whining over. Thank you for listening.