Written at 10:30 PM on 8/8:
Here I am with four new holes in my face. The taste of blood is a close friend by now. In fact, there it is as I write, oozing its metallic tasting goodness into my mouth. How delightful. But my consolation prize is one full bottle of hydrocodone-acetaminophen. I am not even taking the maximum dosage and it still make the pain go away sufficiently.
The actual extractions were performed with my personal soundtrack of the Rosebuds filtering through one earbud in my left ear. It got drowned out when there was grinding (for cavity fillings) and groaning and cracking (for extractions) but I had my finger on the audio controls and cranked it up as necessary. I had to raise my hand twice through to let the doctor know that I could feel him pulling my teeth out and needed more local anesthetic.
He said he was proud because most people are put under for extractions but after breaking my front tooth on the bottom of a pool and having a root canal on same tooth many years later, I figured I would be fine. And the worse discomfort came with the local anesthetic. Once when he hit some nerve that made the right side of my face go awash with heat and ripples of tingle and another when he must have slipped because it stung sharp enough that I kind of jolted a bit. He apologized for that one since my discomfort came across so apparent.
I had to wait for my pain killer with mouth still numb and bleeding profusely. I got called to pick up as "mr. Allen" and I guess the little boy who was sitting next to me was named Allen/Allan because his mom turned to him and said "They are called for you". To which I gave what must have seemed an odd face before getting up to get my pills. The man at the register tried to confirm my name as the male version, I just nodded and paid my .54 cents and ran home with my prize.
Here I am with four new holes in my face. The taste of blood is a close friend by now. In fact, there it is as I write, oozing its metallic tasting goodness into my mouth. How delightful. But my consolation prize is one full bottle of hydrocodone-acetaminophen. I am not even taking the maximum dosage and it still make the pain go away sufficiently.
The actual extractions were performed with my personal soundtrack of the Rosebuds filtering through one earbud in my left ear. It got drowned out when there was grinding (for cavity fillings) and groaning and cracking (for extractions) but I had my finger on the audio controls and cranked it up as necessary. I had to raise my hand twice through to let the doctor know that I could feel him pulling my teeth out and needed more local anesthetic.
He said he was proud because most people are put under for extractions but after breaking my front tooth on the bottom of a pool and having a root canal on same tooth many years later, I figured I would be fine. And the worse discomfort came with the local anesthetic. Once when he hit some nerve that made the right side of my face go awash with heat and ripples of tingle and another when he must have slipped because it stung sharp enough that I kind of jolted a bit. He apologized for that one since my discomfort came across so apparent.
I had to wait for my pain killer with mouth still numb and bleeding profusely. I got called to pick up as "mr. Allen" and I guess the little boy who was sitting next to me was named Allen/Allan because his mom turned to him and said "They are called for you". To which I gave what must have seemed an odd face before getting up to get my pills. The man at the register tried to confirm my name as the male version, I just nodded and paid my .54 cents and ran home with my prize.
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