May 14th, 2008

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It's the evening before my wisdom teeth extraction. I figured that I would share what I could actually recall from my dental procedure last Saturday.

My doorbell rang early, and I opened the door to two GRINNING coworkers - Elizabeth and Lori - saying that they wanted to both be with me as I was going through everything. We checked in - I had a MONDO caffeine headache at this point from not being able to drink my half a pot of daily coffee, and my stomach felt like it was digesting itself from hunger.

I got escorted to my room - a dentist chair facing a giant window with a swarm of trees (I LOVE TREES!!!) and a huge bush with giant pink flowers - by a sweet, tiny blond assistant. She says that they decided to give me Ambien instead of Halcyon "since it works faster" and since they were falling behind. She leaves to get the meds after hooking me up to the heart monitor.

I hear the heart monitor in the room next to me: Beep..... beep.... beep.... beep..beep..beep..beep!beep!beep! I hear people racing in and a woman yelling "WHAT'S WRONG?!? WHAT'S WRONG?!? Tell me what I can do!!!" This.... isn't overly encouraging.

Nice blonde lady comes back, gives me two Ambien and says they'll turn out the lights and let me rest and relax for an hour before putting in the iv drip. After feeding me the pills, an angry assistant comes in and demands why the nice wonderful assistant was taking her clients. Sweet lady replies that she was just helping out where she could, because angry lady was super late, and they were really behind. Angry lady kicks out the wonderful sweet one and sits with the bright lights on for the majority of the hour, angrily flipping pages in some chart or magazine. I was worried that I wouldn't ever relax, though the tree leaves were suddenly shaped like Big Bird and seemed to be telling me something... Eventually, the light was turned out. After that, I remember....

- The doctor coming in and saying to the assistant that they normally give Benedryl to the patients in the iv drip, but since "this one lady" pops it like candy, they'll be using morphine. I went to ask if he was talking about me, which is when I discovered that I was, indeed, drugged, as I could barely speak English. It came out more like, "Izzy tllllll mmmmm..."

- The student who was to give me the iv sat at my arm. I remember the doctor saying something to him, giving him instructions. He almost poked me a couple of times, but would stop and look up for further instructions.

- A scraping feeling, as they were doing my planing (deep gum cleaning). Whenever they would do the gums between my two upper teeth, it still HURT. I heard the cleaning lady say "OOH, we're still a little tender there, okay!"

- I woke up almost completely and had my head lifted up and was looking around the room. The dentist came in and said, "Oh, it looks like you're back with us!" The assistant replied, "Yeeeah, let's give her another bag."

- I hear a drill and feel it start to dig into my tooth. I panic a bit, as OMG THEY HAVEN'T NUMBED ME. I'm about ready to throw a fit.... when I realize I can't feel a freaking thing.

- Two women sit me up and put on my jacket. I remember them sitting me into the wheelchair and that it began to move.

- I then saw the inside of Lori's car.

- I'm suddenly inside my livingroom, and Lori is trying to make sure I have everything I need on the couch. "Do you want me to move this table so you can see the tv?" Liz poofs into my livingroom for one second and says only, "DO YOU HAVE LISTERINE?!?" then poofs away.

- I couldn't sleep, so I stumbled to my desk chair and played Sims2 on the PS2. I get angry and my Sims starve to death because I can't form a coherent thought enough to figure out where the farking newspaper is - I have no money and can't get a job, so I can't eat and die.

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I'm more than a bit nervous about tomorrow, worried that I'll wake up completely in the middle of getting my teeth ripped out of my head. Loverly Daniel says he will take me and pick me up, so that's one less stress, at least. As long as I get up before 830, I can eat and drink a little something; otherwise, it's a nice starvation run until 230 pm. I don't think that waking up that early will be an issue, as I wake up normally around 7 on my days off.