A Blue Eye For A Broken Tooth
ENGLAND, HOSPITAL, LONDON, PATIENTS, SILLY, UK | HEALTHY | JANUARY 25, 2019
(This happened a few years back. Two of my teeth had cracked and gone completely rotten and required removal. I was put under anesthetic and had the operation. Just after I woke up…)
Me: *pokes holes in mouth* “What… What? Where’re my teeth?”
Nurse: “You just had an operation to remove them.”
Me: *pokes mouth* “What? No… No, I didn’t. I was shopping… Yeah…”
(A bit of a pause. To check my jaw, she makes me bite a bit of cotton.)
Me: “I want my teeth back, please.”
Nurse: “Don’t worry; we have them in a little packet.”
Me: “No… No! I WANT YOU TO PUT MY TEETH BACK!”
Nurse: “I’m afraid that’s impossible. They’re all broken.”
Me: “PUT THEM BACK!” *sits up, throws the cotton at the wall, and then starts crying for no particular reason* “They were killed too soon!”
Nurse: “Don’t worry; they went out bravely.”
Me: “Yeah… The funeral will be so sad… They were so brave! Rest in shade… No… peas… peace!”
(I look at the nurse.)
Me: “Your eyes… Why are they blue? How does it work? They are very blue. Did anyone ever say your eyes are blue? Why are they blue?”
(I don’t remember any of this, but my dad was there and told me the whole thing once the anesthetic wore off. I felt so mortified!)
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