UCL Eastman Dental Institute

As promised this is the second part of my Eastman Dental adventure — the day of my wisdom tooth removal. This time within 1min of sitting down in the waiting room, I was called in. I was expecting just a chat, but oh no, we were straight into it. After a quick explanation of the potential hazards, an exclamation by the surgeon at the size of my wisdom tooth, he set to numbing the hell out of my face. Indeed, said face needed three injections. Within minutes the swift pushing and prodding loosened the tooth. Now the fun part, 3mins solid of pliers wragging and cracking the giant vampire fang that resided at the back of my mouth. I will not lie, it wasn’t pleasant, but it came out in one piece. Thank God! (I had a moment of wanting to tell the surgeon to stop, but I manned up.)
After a quick clean up and another swift explanation this time on aftercare, I was back out in the streets, with a numb head, and a big hole with the promise it will heal in a couple of days. The whole process was no more than 15−20mins and completely free. Thank you NHS. I am now sat at home patiently awaiting the horrific pain I know is on my way. (Bring it pain, I am ready for ya) So far, I am very happy with the service I have received. There may yet be a third instalment to this story full of expletives and curses once the numbness subsides. Watch this space.