Teeth and Icees

I don't have a whole lot of good memories regarding my teeth, but two stand out to me. I'm going to write about this in the next couple of blog posts.

The first time I had a tooth pulled that wasn't my wisdom teeth was a pretty bad experience. I did everything I could to save that tooth — I paid for a root canal, I went to a gum specialist for another surgery that cost $1,000 and I paid for two crowns for that tooth and its neighbor.

I lost my first tooth because there was a piece of cotton left in it after a root canal. It was supposed to be taken out, but wasn't. 

On the x-ray, it showed up as a tiny little square. I remember looking at it and thinking it was the square of doom. 

I knew having it removed would be a crappy experience, so I set a goal afterward of going to a movie with my best friend after. It helps me mentally if I have something to look forward to after going through something bad. 

Specifically, I decided that I wanted an Icee at the movie. That was my reason for going through this ordeal — I was going to get an Icee at the end of it.

For those of you not well versed in dental work, you aren't supposed to drink from a straw after you have a tooth extracted. I knew this ahead of time, and I put a spoon in my purse to eat my Icee with at the movies.

So me and my best friend go to the movies, I get an Icee, and we sit down in our seats. I pulled out my spoon in the middle of this theater and I'm pretty excited to go to town on my frozen treat.

Only, my spoon did not fit in the Icee lid. The spoon was too big. And the drink came up to the top of the clear lid, above where the cup ends (everyone knows what an Icee looks like, right?).

I just had a tooth removed and could not drink the Icee through the straw so the drink part could be below the lid — and if I took the lid off, the Icee would just spill everywhere and make a giant mess everywhere.

I sat there, frustrated, and I wasn't really sure how to be an adult and solve my Icee problem on my own.

My best friend saw my problem unfold, and I remember her sighing pretty heavily. She grabbed my Icee from my hand and chugged it through a straw like we were both in college on a Friday night at the most popular bar in town.

After a few chugs, she got the drink level below the clear lid. She took the lid off and shoved the Icee back in my face. 

And then I spooned that Icee into my very sore face. I was a very happy camper.

No words were spoken during this exchange, if I remember right. It was a glorious way to help me out when I needed it.

You guys, that's a true friend. I remember that moment like it was yesterday, and to this day, it's one of the nicest, coolest thing a friend has ever done for me.

Get you someone who chugs Icees for you. 

*I'm trying to remember what year this happened. I'm going to guess around 2014ish.