Good Drugs
*Caution- the following was written under the influence of Vicodin*
I had the afternoon off thanks to a procedure at the oral surgeon's office. The second stage of my dental implants is now complete. The final phase (where the dentist makes me a crown, well actually 2 crowns in this case) should be complete by the end of the month. Yay! Lyss will now have 2 more functioning 'teeth'. Which is good considering that I had another one extracted about 3 weeks ago. Damn genetics.
But that wasn't until 2:30. However the payroll person practically insisted that I take the whole afternoon off as (in her theory) missing an hour or two or three from a timesheet is just harder to deal with.
So I got a massage in the interim. My massage was amazing. I've got to do that more often.
Then I went to the surgeon's office where I have spent so much time in the past year that they consider me family (seriously, they told me that). This means that I am allowed to eat in the waiting room and the other patients and their loved ones are not. I felt loved.
All the warm and fuzzy feelings aside, things were not pleasant. I had to be awake for this procedure, which meant that I had to be awake when they plunged a needle into my gums to numb me. Not that I would rather have been without the Novocaine, but I hate the whole needle in the mouth part.
When I was 3 I had to go to the dentist for a filling. He not only showed me the needle (idiot) but when I wouldn't open my mouth he held my nose so that I couldn't breathe and was thus forced to open my mouth, at which point he nailed me with the needle. My mom said she could hear my screams all the way out in the waiting room. That was the last visit to that dentist. Luckily my mom's cousin soon graduated from dental school and I went to him until I was in college, when I was lucky to find a great dentist up in Ithaca.
So, needless to say, dentists make me anxious. Not the drill, as so many are bothered by its noise and vibrations, but the needle.
After they finished pumping me full of Novocaine there was lots of annoying, uncomfortable, and painful pushing and pulling. I think that I pulled a neck muscle from my jaw being forced open. (Apparently that is not a totally uncommon thing.). It was alright until the Novocaine ware off on the top spot (I'm still waiting for the bottom spot, on the other side of my mouth, to regain feeling). Pain. Throbbing pain. Vicodin is helping for now......sort of.
I had the afternoon off thanks to a procedure at the oral surgeon's office. The second stage of my dental implants is now complete. The final phase (where the dentist makes me a crown, well actually 2 crowns in this case) should be complete by the end of the month. Yay! Lyss will now have 2 more functioning 'teeth'. Which is good considering that I had another one extracted about 3 weeks ago. Damn genetics.
But that wasn't until 2:30. However the payroll person practically insisted that I take the whole afternoon off as (in her theory) missing an hour or two or three from a timesheet is just harder to deal with.
So I got a massage in the interim. My massage was amazing. I've got to do that more often.
Then I went to the surgeon's office where I have spent so much time in the past year that they consider me family (seriously, they told me that). This means that I am allowed to eat in the waiting room and the other patients and their loved ones are not. I felt loved.
All the warm and fuzzy feelings aside, things were not pleasant. I had to be awake for this procedure, which meant that I had to be awake when they plunged a needle into my gums to numb me. Not that I would rather have been without the Novocaine, but I hate the whole needle in the mouth part.
When I was 3 I had to go to the dentist for a filling. He not only showed me the needle (idiot) but when I wouldn't open my mouth he held my nose so that I couldn't breathe and was thus forced to open my mouth, at which point he nailed me with the needle. My mom said she could hear my screams all the way out in the waiting room. That was the last visit to that dentist. Luckily my mom's cousin soon graduated from dental school and I went to him until I was in college, when I was lucky to find a great dentist up in Ithaca.
So, needless to say, dentists make me anxious. Not the drill, as so many are bothered by its noise and vibrations, but the needle.
After they finished pumping me full of Novocaine there was lots of annoying, uncomfortable, and painful pushing and pulling. I think that I pulled a neck muscle from my jaw being forced open. (Apparently that is not a totally uncommon thing.). It was alright until the Novocaine ware off on the top spot (I'm still waiting for the bottom spot, on the other side of my mouth, to regain feeling). Pain. Throbbing pain. Vicodin is helping for now......sort of.
posted by Lyss | 7:21 PM
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As you know, I can relate fully.
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