Lie Back and Think of Willie Nelson
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unknownfateWell, my wisdom teeth are out. It was awful. Since Barrow doesn't have a resident anesthesiologist, I had to do it with local anesthesia. Having four wisdom teeth yanked out of your head isn't something you should be awake for. It took twelve shots to get me numb, and I have to hand it to the guy, as needle-shy as I am, I hardly felt any of them. After that though, it was all wrenching and yanking and cutting and drilling, and at one point, a mallet and chisel.
I know I mention using the latter two there on myself in a previous post, but that was an idle threat. That was awful. You could fee l it all through your head. My top two wisdom teeth came out in under ten minutes. Even the one they had to dig out because it hadn't 'erupted'. I was beginning to feel optimistic that the rest wouldn't take too long. Hah!
The bottom two took over a half hour each. Apparently the roots, instead of being the usual tapering things, had developed 'bulbous knots' at their ends. That means those puppies weren't going ANYwhere.... But I learned some dentist speak while I was there.
"You are going to feel some pressure here." means "The two strapping doctors on either side of you are going to attempt to yank your whole jawbone out of your head. Try not to struggle."
And I didn't struggle. I just closed my eyes and let it happen. The radio was playing a Willie Nelson cd and I tried to focus on that so I wouldn't have to think about the three hands, two hoses, the blade, the pick, and the pliers that were all in my mouth. The told me my teeth were the worst difficulty they had ever had in extracting and that they were gonna get me a good patient trophy because I was such a trooper. Like that was going to mean anything to me with fragments of my own teeth spattered all over my bib.
But it's over now. Still hurts like crazy, and I've got a Brando-ish mouthful of gauze, and I woke up this morning to find I had slobbered blood all over myself in the night. Very attractive. I'm trying to decide what to have for breakfast. Does orange juice sting in stitches? Will I have to pick scrambled eggs out of my sockets later? Things to consider....
I know I mention using the latter two there on myself in a previous post, but that was an idle threat. That was awful. You could fee l it all through your head. My top two wisdom teeth came out in under ten minutes. Even the one they had to dig out because it hadn't 'erupted'. I was beginning to feel optimistic that the rest wouldn't take too long. Hah!
The bottom two took over a half hour each. Apparently the roots, instead of being the usual tapering things, had developed 'bulbous knots' at their ends. That means those puppies weren't going ANYwhere.... But I learned some dentist speak while I was there.
"You are going to feel some pressure here." means "The two strapping doctors on either side of you are going to attempt to yank your whole jawbone out of your head. Try not to struggle."
And I didn't struggle. I just closed my eyes and let it happen. The radio was playing a Willie Nelson cd and I tried to focus on that so I wouldn't have to think about the three hands, two hoses, the blade, the pick, and the pliers that were all in my mouth. The told me my teeth were the worst difficulty they had ever had in extracting and that they were gonna get me a good patient trophy because I was such a trooper. Like that was going to mean anything to me with fragments of my own teeth spattered all over my bib.
But it's over now. Still hurts like crazy, and I've got a Brando-ish mouthful of gauze, and I woke up this morning to find I had slobbered blood all over myself in the night. Very attractive. I'm trying to decide what to have for breakfast. Does orange juice sting in stitches? Will I have to pick scrambled eggs out of my sockets later? Things to consider....
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Poor baby!
Date: 2006-03-04 11:09 pm (UTC)THE ESSAY IS HALFWAY THOUGH!
(I would be more triumphant if I had not already made all the points I could think to make. Short of putting "This book is *insert colourful expletive here*, I can think of nothing. Aah well. Perhaps a good night's sleep will give me ideas...)
Take care of yourself and your remaining chompers!