Another post about the dentist

I forgot to mention that last week when at the dentist, I was informed that it is time for me to get my wisdom teeth out. Needless to say, I am scared to death to get them out. SCARED TO FREAKIN DEATH. This is no joke. I went to see the oral surgeon yesterday, and he told me that my x-rays showed a pretty normal set of wisdom teeth and that it would be a regular(not easy, not hard) extraction. He explained that I can not eat or drink for 8 hours leading up to the surgery, and that when I get there I'll get a "small" stick in my arm(which I know is a load of crap. I've seen lots of people get IVs, and it is no small stick, I mean, come on, does he think I'm an idiot? I was in a medical assisting course for almost a year. Whatever) after which they'll put me out and then I'll be asleep for about an hour, and then I will be able to leave the office and start the weeks of horribly tedious and painful rehab. Here's a list of reasons I am scared
1. I have never been put to sleep, but I'd rather be asleep than awake as they are chipping away at my mouth.
2. Although I know that IVs save lives, they are also dangerous. During the aforementioned MA class, I had the wonderful opportunity to read about the risks of intravenious shots. Scary stuff.
3. I have talked to many people who have had their wisdom teeth out, and there are only two extremes during the rehab: it's either totally fine, and I'll be back to normal activity the next day, or it will be the worst week of my life and I will basically wish I were dead. I am pretty sure it will be the latter.

I should probably start looking more at the bright side of everything, but I feel like I'm usually a very optomistic person, but this is just not something I can do that with. Wish me luck, bring me some jamba juice.

the lovely dentist

Last week, I had the not so wonderful opportunity to visit the dentist. Although I love the actual man himself(he is my best friend's dad), I dislike visiting him at work. I really don't like the horrid feeling/sound of the polisher when they clean your teeth, and then the hygienist who was helping me was really rough while flossing. I'm going to be honest-I'm not a great flosser, but when I do floss, it doesn't hurt that bad, so why was it hurting while she flossed? Well, sadly I did not get to the sign the no-cavity poster as I walked out because I had two cavities, which brings me to the main part of my story.

I got to re-visit the dentist today-to get two cavities filled, one on each side of my mouth=an entirely numb mouth. Well, the entire thing wasn't numb, just the bottom half and half of my tonge, but it was bad enough. The worst part was that although the right half of my lip/cheek/face was numb, it still hurt while he was drilling. Not fun. I did get laughing gas though, and that was fun.

I know this wasn't embarrassing or anything, but it's all I have for now.