Today (I'm preposting---so actually Thursday, March 12) I will be given a sleepy cocktail and when I wake up, two upper impacted third molars of mine will be gone forever.
As I anticipate this procedure, it reminds me of my first experience with dental surgery 11 years ago.
You see, I have weird teeth...just weird...so weird I don't really want to talk about it. But I'll share one thing. While in my 20's I learned that two upper chewers of mine were baby teeth. The molars above never fully formed, but had started to protrude...had it continued, lots of unpleasantness would have ensued. So, I had to get the babies pulled and the juvenile delinquents extracted.
According to my oral surgeon, who obviously interned at Little Shop of Horrors, told me he would have to do "lots of sawing" which would cause, "blood to go gushing." He recommended I be put under anesthesia to avoid trauma. And I replied, "You at me at blood gushing." Well, actually I didn't because this happened pre Jerry Maguire...but he did have me at "blood gushing."
Well...back in 1998, I weighed a whopping 100 pounds...and I thought I was fat, but that's another story.
As I sat in "the chair" with an IV in my arm and a gas mask about to go over my pried open mouth, I saw a look of horror on the face of the nurse as she looked at my chart, the meds, and the assistant who drugged me. The nurse exclaimed, "You gave her XXXcc's? That's way more than what she should have had...she only weighs 100 pounds."
I remember trying to raise my hand while screaming in my head "Don't go to sleep Angela...fight it...do not go to sleep."
As a fog came over me I honestly remember thinking, "I'm going to meet Jesus."
Then I was out.
But I woke up. And I was told that I imagined the whole horror situation...but I know...absolutely know...it. was. real.
For more fun stories or pictures from memory lane please visit the fun blog carnival "Sincerely Fro Me to You" at Glamorous Life Association.
I will be in la la land for most of today...but it is funny how perspective changes once one becomes a mommy...I'm actually not dreading the procedure...it means I get a break. How sad is that?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Departing Wisdom--Sincerely Fro Me To You
Posted by Angela Nazworth at Thursday, March 12, 2009
Labels: Muddling Through
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You do need a break if you are looking forward to dental work as your way to "get away".
Heal fast.
Oh my...anesthesia makes for some amusing stories! I actually hallucinated a bit when I had my oral surgery, insulted the anesthesiologist, and attempted to jump from a moving vehicle! Thankfully, I was never afraid that I would die. That sounds like it must have been awful at the time!
Heck, I look forward to a short trip into the bathroom some days! :-)
And I despise the dentist so I cannot comment regarding that. Hope your procedure goes well.
Oh gosh! I have a lot of dental trouble too. Best of luck to ya and enjoy your break!
I hope everything goes well! :) I remember when I had mine out my mother constantly coming in giving me pain meds and jello. Maybe you will get that too. :)
I was laughing out loud. For reals...
"going to Jesus'...awesome.
And I know what you mean about how things change. I used to DREAD going to the grocery store. I hated it. And now, now I am happy to go on the weekend while my husband watched the boys...it is sorta like shopping at the mall right?
A girl can dream can't she?
Good luck today.
Thanks for coming to the FRO party. You are really rockin that lampshade on your head right now!
Ummm.. I think he already caused trama with the sawing and blood gushing comment. Dentist make me shudder. Good luck!
good luck!
God bless you!! andrea
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i'm so sorry for your suffering...girlfriend, i'm with you on the horror stuff...when i was 23 i had my first rootcanal...long story short...the guage on the laughing gas broke, had a overdose, i woke up to the dentist nicely slappying my face, ice on my bare chest, and a sweating dentist calling my name (that sounded like a whisper in my head)...he was REALLY glad i woke up!
Praying for a quick recovery and no more pain!!
Yep, I had oral surgery about a month ago. Thanks God they put me to sleep and thank God I woke up.
The first time I had oral surgery, my wisdom tooth was impacted into my sinus cavity and it was very, very painful. I couldn't eat or drink and I was in pain.
When I got to the oral surgeon's office, my blood pressure was high due to all of the above, so they gave me something to knock the edge off before they gave me the sleepy cocktail.
I remember thinking, "When are they gonna get on with this?" and turned to ask them. All I got out was, "When will you..." and the next thing I knew, they were patting me awake.
I remember having my wisdom teeth out as a teenager and my mom trying to feed me a frosty from Wendy's--why I couldn't feed myself I do not know; it's not like my arms had been operated on!--but the frosty dribbled down my chin and me and my mom laughed and laughed!
hope you are feeling better!!!
God bless you dear!
Thanks for your comment on my blog. I hope to meet you in person some day!
Hey Gal, Haven't heard anything out of you since the tooth removal ordeal. How are you? Hope all is well at your spot. Blessings, SusanD
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