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dsudis: I hafta get some more fillings.
iuliamentis: Ack.
iulia: I'm sorry, dude.
Dira: eh. I now refuse to be fazed by it.
iulia: That's good :)
Dira: So tomorrow it will probably be terrible. :)


hahaha I AM NEVER ALLOWED TO SAY THAT AGAIN.

So after the drilling part (which hurt! ow! and I thought, haha, I did say it would be terrible, didn't I?) the dentist (a really wonderful headscarfed woman the same age as most of my friends) waves something that looks like a syringe through my field of vision and says soothingly, "Not a needle, we're just going to put a little gel on your tooth."

The gel, for those of you playing at home, was etching acid. Bright blue and fetchingly named "Etch."

The syringe kind of exploded. In my mouth. And on my face. (And, I later discovered, on my pants, my dentist's coat, and the wall.) Including, from the burning sensation, in my eye. They were wiping my face, but I managed, through the wedge keeping my mouth open and the cotton under my tongue, to say, "It's in my eye." They sat me up and hustled me over to the sink, so I could rinse my eye in cold water while they tracked down the eyewash kit and exclaimed in general shock over this freak occurrence. Eventually, having rinsed my my eye, I observed that my mouth was burning, and they exhorted me to spit, which, okay, maybe should have occurred to me sooner, but on the other hand THERE WAS ACID IN MY EYE. So I rinsed my mouth, rinsed my eye some more, drank some water just in case I had swallowed any, and then rinsed my eye about five more times while the dentist and assistant apologized and exclaimed and loaded up another syringe of Etch which they carefully checked for explosive tendencies (because, of course, there were drilled holes in my teeth, and they couldn't let me leave without filling them--I was going to have to get back in that chair.)

So they filled my cavities while my eye teared up from behind the day-late-dollar-short safety glasses they put on me when I sat back down, and afterward, I noticed that my teeth felt... funny. Sort of. Etched. Possibly because they were bathed in that mouthful of acid while I was focusing on saving my cornea. No word yet on what kind of discount I can expect on my dental care, but I'm thinking steep.

Or, actually, I'm thinking sleep. Because I have definitely earned my afternoon nap.