That makes three so far

This morning I have got the third wisdom tooth pulled out this year. There are still two left. Yes, two, because I have five wisdom teeth. Well, I had. My dentist said that it is not uncommon to have even up to four extra but everyone I have told has reacted with surprise, what clearly indicates that neither it happens the same to them nor to probably anyone they have heard of. I keep thinking that I belong to a superior species of human being and a new tooth is the proof of it, but others have called me a mutant or even caveman... Anyway, the first ones came out very easily and in one go. I think it took like one minute each or so... In fact, I didn't even realise when the dentist pulled out the first one and when he said "Ok, we're done" I answered "No, no. They were two, remember?". Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy this time...

I have been to a different dentist, even though I must admit that the other one did a good job. However, the current one looks more experienced and professional. Maybe he's been unlucky and he got the difficult wisdom tooth (the other two were practically out themselves) but the truth is that things haven't been gone that smooth. If the others took like one minute each, the one pulled out today took like 25 minutes at least; it was not as developed. As I was realising that it was going to be a hard and long experience, I started having happy thoughts not to pay attention to it but I eventually run ou of them and the dentist hadn't finished yet. I noticed him pulling a few times and my own mandible creaking (fortunately under the effects of a great anaesthesia). Sometimes I have felt like grabbing the pilers and pull myself ("Let me do, let me"). The different tools were coming in and out of my mouth once and again and again... more than I would have expected. Every kind of drilling noises -both for the ear and literally for the tooth- were the soundtrack of that moment.

The dentist, very nice man I must say (we'll see what I say once the anaesthesia is gone and I run out of painkillers), has finally said "We got it. It's done. It was really hard". "Sure, tell me about that", I've replied. I have sat up and have asked them if I can keep it for myself (as I keep the other two). Then I have seen the dentist picking up the three biggest pieces of my wisdom tooth from a tray and I got frozen: he has had to cut literally the tooth in pieces in order to pull it out!!! Well, rather than pull it out, he has had to destroy it, which explains the drilling noises, the tools and the time taken...

Now I am at home putting the pieces together and I am missing some to have the whole of it. The anaesthesia is gone but I took a tablet before it started hurting. They have given me some special ones there for the day and others for the night which are also sleeping-tablets. They said that I will have to take them because it will probably hurt so much that I will find difficult to sleep. He also advised me to hold ice against my face for the rest of the day to avoid it getting swollen, which I am doing right now with one hand while I type with the other. I think this is going to be a long and painful weekend.

But not everything are bad news at the moment. Last week I received the visit of my beloved friends Néstor and Joana, who were around for a few days. And then the weekend was really nice too as we celebrated CSD (the LGBT pride) in Frankfurt, so there were lots of music, party, friends, colleagues, handsome men, drinks, celebration and happy people all around. Not that it is a massive event, but I quite like it and I am already looking forward to next year... and more parties still to come this summer (I keep calling it summer despite the weather). Besides, I am off to Oxford and London by the end of this week, so very excited about that too. See you around when I am back.