Feb 22 2009
The dentist is your friend, but he’s not mine.
Listen, my readers, and you will hear of a dental pain that’s so severe. My mother, with her melanoma, wasn’t such a whiny moaner.
I knew I was right to stay away from the dentist all these years. They’re nothing but trouble. As long as I don’t go then everything is fine.
Okay, that’s not quite accurate. The only reason I go to the dentist is if something hurts. This has served me well for the past 20 years but now it’s catching up to me. These nasty impacted wisdom teeth are finally causing problems. One came out 2 years ago and it only struggled a little bit. I survived with very little trouble although I decided at that point I would much rather give birth unmedicated than have dental work done WITH drugs.
Yesterday I went in to have 2 wisdom teeth removed under IV sedation. Even the IV wasn’t enough to get the job done. The top tooth came out without too much trouble but the bottom tooth was being stubborn and so was I. I was struggling against the dentist and he finally had to give up on the bottom tooth. He didn’t want to have to break a rib holding me down.
So I’m gonna have to go back, this time under general anesthesia, to have the bottom tooth removed. Might as well have him take out both of the remaining wisdom teeth while I’m out. I can only imagine how bad I’ll feel after that procedure. Right now I look like Chris Brown got ahold of me. I tend to avoid pain meds after surgery. I’ve had 6 abdominal surgeries and not taken any pain meds after leaving the hospital. Since Friday at 6pm I’ve gone through 10 Vicodin. I feel like a big wuss.
Why am I sharing this lovely story? Good writers write about what they know. Right now all I know is a whole lot of pain. Waaaaaa!
