a thermometer on the forehead. a clamp around each wrist to measure heart rate. a blood pressure cuff inflating at regular intervals. a monitor on the finger to measure oxygen levels. a brace locking my elbow in place. the i.v. slowly dripping. a tube shoved in my nose for more oxygen. a blurry doctor comes in, "so we're extracting your bottom right wisdom tooth today?" and he starts to pump in the anesthesia into the i.v. as he talks. just like that i was out.
i can probably count on one hand the amount of surgery i've had in my lifetime. i'm sure i had something done when i electrocuted myself when i was four (walking example why you should cover wall sockets), and i know i had oral surgery when i was in 6th grade to correct an upside-down tooth (which has since perished). this is the first time i can remember actually going under. or at least the whole process before and after. it's just crazy to me that i wake up jaw numb, tooth gone and absolutely no recollection of the whole event. there's no foggy memory. no residual feelings of pain from the operation. just 30 minutes of my life unaccounted for by my brain.
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I have a horrific story about having my wisdom teeth pulled, lets just say that My mom sued the dentist for a lot of money, it may trigger you to freak out but if you want to here it email me. I just got goosebumps thinking about it.
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Ok I will share the horror on your blog! When I was 17 I had to get all four wisdom teeth pulled, because obviously at the age of 17 I had so much wisdom it was pushing its way out of my body threw my gums. My dentist, who I already did not like because of his hairy hands (the curls of wirey hair flowed out of his latex gloves) desperatly wanted to remove my teeth, my mom said okay. I drove myself (as I was told) to the dentist and he began me on the nitrous oxide. After fifteen minutes I was very happy. He began to break open my teeth with a hammer and sharp metal tool, I could hear everything because no one told me to bring headphones and they didn't offer them there. after about 45 minutes he hadn't gotten a one out yet and he had another visit, so he left me and took another client. As I sat there I began to feel funny and threw up, no big deal right? I don't remember much after that for about 30 minutes, then he came back and told me he was sorry because he had turned on the nitrous and not the oxygen so I had been getting a heavy dose without enough oxygen to my brain. That killed enough brain cells to bring my SAT scores down 100 points I think. In the mean time he started again, left two more times to see two other people. Cut my tounge wide open, gave me three stitches to fix my tounge, and also cut my lip. It took three hours to do, the pharmacy next door thought I got beat up when I went to get my oxycottons. Then he told me I could drive home, after sitting in my car watching the black pavement move like a black ocean I decided to call my neighbor to come get me. I missed school for three weeks, couldn't eat anything for two, later shards of missed tooth began pushing out and re-cutting my gums over and over again. I have a fear of dentists now. Oh yeah by the way, he was not certified to do any of the work he preformed on me. that my friends is why I pee my pants when I walk into the dentists office.
holy shit! that is a true horror story. and people wonder why i'd drive an hour and a half to get a root canal. when my hubby told his nurses i was driving to winston to get root canal they asked why. there were perfectly good dentists in town. my dentist told me there weren't any specialists here so he recommended i go there. i was in and out in 20 minutes. no pain, no suffering. probably paid a little more than if i'd have gone to a general dentist, but i think it was worth it. so far i'm doing good with my wisdom departure. btw: i've lost the race this month!!
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