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As some of you may know, I had 2 wisdom teeth pulled last Friday. One socket is healing fine, but the other formerly held a very bizarrely impacted tooth and is now consequently a gaping hole in the back of my mouth taking its sweet ing time to heal.
At any rate, I started eating normal food again a few days ago, and I had some pasta salad for lunch today. As I finished eating, I noticed that there was some sort of vegetable matter stuck in said gaping hole. I didn't get too worried; I simply went to the ladies' room to rinse my mouth out.
Well, that didn't work. So I went home (I live right down the street from my place of employ right now) to brush my teeth and get some mouthwash in there. But the little buggers wouldn't move. As I had overstayed my lunch break, I gave one last heroic swish with Listerine and went back to work.
But as anyone who has been in this situation knows, matter stuck in gaping holes where teeth formerly were can be PAINFUL. So as the afternoon went on, the hole became progressively more tender. Around four o'clock I could no longer stand it. I went into a never-used sub-office in the back of my office proper, closed the door, and got out my compact. Using a long-handled Q-tip, I eventually worked the little buggers out of the hole.
The culprit? Not lettuce as I imagined, but rather those little whatchacalls at the end of broccoli florets.
Stupid broccoli.
Stupid hole.
At any rate, I started eating normal food again a few days ago, and I had some pasta salad for lunch today. As I finished eating, I noticed that there was some sort of vegetable matter stuck in said gaping hole. I didn't get too worried; I simply went to the ladies' room to rinse my mouth out.
Well, that didn't work. So I went home (I live right down the street from my place of employ right now) to brush my teeth and get some mouthwash in there. But the little buggers wouldn't move. As I had overstayed my lunch break, I gave one last heroic swish with Listerine and went back to work.
But as anyone who has been in this situation knows, matter stuck in gaping holes where teeth formerly were can be PAINFUL. So as the afternoon went on, the hole became progressively more tender. Around four o'clock I could no longer stand it. I went into a never-used sub-office in the back of my office proper, closed the door, and got out my compact. Using a long-handled Q-tip, I eventually worked the little buggers out of the hole.
The culprit? Not lettuce as I imagined, but rather those little whatchacalls at the end of broccoli florets.
Stupid broccoli.
Stupid hole.