Question:
Did any of the wounded go to the Balboa Butcher Shop, er, Hospital to
recover?
Answer:
I don't believe so. The wounded were all civilians, and thus
intitled to real medical attention.
I anyone wants some insight to what I'm talking about, I'd be
happy to share the mildly tasteless tale of my wisdom teeth
extraction at the hands of a army dentist. I suppose that others
have worse stories than mine, but I haven't heard them yet.
What a pussy Ian. I had a navy doc do mine too. They were wedged
in by the molars so first thing he did was to cut the top of the tooth (above
the gum line ) off with a cute little saw. Then he takes a chisel and breaks
the root structure into three pieces (three roots on a wisdom tooth). Then
he cut a hole in the outer portion of my gum so he could wiggle the first
of the three pieces out the side. Then just lifted the last two pieces out
with no trouble. Somewhere about half way through this, a bucket of water
hit me in the face. He said I had turned white and the last thing he needed
was some pussy barfing all over the place or passing out. It was so much
fun after doing the first one that I asked him to do the second one at double
speed. When it was all over I expressed my feeling about his efforts at
pain management and he was so carried away by my very objective view
of his work, that he offered to pull a few more teeth.
Hmm, mine came out by a navy dentist too. Mine had to be removed in a
hospital though, as they had actually grown down into the jaw bone. Actually
the first thing the dentist said to me as he looked at my heavy metal tee
shirt (under my uniform) was, "You're going to probably like this" as he
injected something into a handy vein. Thump... Crato went all wobbly and and
for some reason thought that he was terribly happy that they were going to
tear his teeth out by the roots. By the time they got around to cutting down
to where they could get to the wisdom teeth, they could have removed my entire
lower jaw and I'd have still tried to smile.
However, when they managed to get hell's own nutcracker on my teeth and
started crushing the teeth and started to pry out the pieces with a god damn
pry bar I damn near had to be strapped down. "Give him another shot" was the
dentist's only reaction and all I remember from that point was the faint
sensation of someone using a lever to tear off the side of my head. And he
gave me a great _big_ bottle of Percodan as a souvenir. Myself, I've got no
complaints about navy dentists.
