horror dentist story
I haven't been updating a lot lately, and I APOLOGIZE! I don't know where time is going.. The days seem to just fly by. Agh! Seems just like yesterday school ended and I was wondering what the summer of 2005 held for me.
Anyways. . The only interesting thing that happened to me is that I got ALL four of my wisdom teeth removed on the 11th of July (THREE days after my birthday! alas..). It was an interesting event.
The last thing I remember before the dentist gave me the anthestic was my mother saying she'd be in the room next to me. The rest of this I do not remember at ALL- my mother told me.
So my mother heads out of the room, and sits down in a chair. All's well until about ten or fifteen minutes later, I start screaming. My mother, immediately fearing the worst, panicked and ran into the room I was in. "What's going on?!"
"Oh, don't worry- some patients react like this to the medicine. Sarah is not in pain, so I repeat, do not worry," said the dentist operating on me.
Reluctantly, my mother headed back to her chair.
Again, I screamed. Again, my mother jumped up and made a beeline for me. She was accosted by a nurse who asked her to "please sit down."
"No, I will not sit down! My daughter is in there, and she sounds like she is in pain!" responded my mother indignantly.
The nurse repeated what the dentist had said-- that some patients reacted like this to the medicine, though it was rare. The nurse stressed the fact that I was not awake and couldn't feel anything.
Once again, my mother reluctantly left the door and headed back to her seat.
But then I screamed for the third time. . . This time, there was no stopping my mother. She ran to the door, but before she could open it, the door flew open. The dentist himself opened it, looking for my mother. Finding her right there, he exclaimed, "Please help us calm her down!"
My mom entered the room and put her hands on my knees and arms. I was also crying while I was screaming, though I have no idea why. Apparently I also mouthed, "I'm DEAF! I'm DEAF!" over and over throughout the surgery, and my mom soothingly said, "I know, honey. I know."
Her theory is that maybe I was dreaming that I had been in a bad accident, and was on the way to the hospital in an ambulance. Since the paramedics wouldn't know I was deaf, I mouthed it to them.. I don't know what was going through my mind during that time, so we'll never know.
The worst was soon over, and my mother knew I was alright when I sternly told her to "get out of the room."
Once again-- I do not remember ANYTHING at all. The surgery is a complete blank.
My face did not swell up as badly as I'd expected, and by the end of the week I was able to eat solid food again. However, not being able to eat solid food took its toll on me- I lost a total of seven pounds.
But.. I'm glad that's over with!
Anyways.. my love life has been pretty non-existant since the beginning of July. I broke off things with this one guy I'd been seriously involved for a while on and off, and it wasn't pretty. We aren't friends anymore (I wanted it to be like that) and.. guess what?
I don't CARE!
I've already moved on, too.. I'm very surprised with myself, though. The guy that has caught my eye isn't the type I usually go for. Weird.. I was reading an old Teen magazine yesterday and this quote caught my eye- it COMPLETELY describes what has happened with me. . .
"You put the picture of the ideal guy in your head but then someone comes along, and they don't fit that ideal at all. However, there is something about them that is so attractive."
Exaaaactly! I mean, I used to fall for the tall, dark, handsome type. But- HE is the TOTAL opposite of that! Weird.
My seventeenth birthday came and went.. I had a small get-together at my house, and it was a success. Thanks to everybody who came, I love you guys!
Until later. . .in the meanwhile, LiVE iT UP!
Anyways. . The only interesting thing that happened to me is that I got ALL four of my wisdom teeth removed on the 11th of July (THREE days after my birthday! alas..). It was an interesting event.
The last thing I remember before the dentist gave me the anthestic was my mother saying she'd be in the room next to me. The rest of this I do not remember at ALL- my mother told me.
So my mother heads out of the room, and sits down in a chair. All's well until about ten or fifteen minutes later, I start screaming. My mother, immediately fearing the worst, panicked and ran into the room I was in. "What's going on?!"
"Oh, don't worry- some patients react like this to the medicine. Sarah is not in pain, so I repeat, do not worry," said the dentist operating on me.
Reluctantly, my mother headed back to her chair.
Again, I screamed. Again, my mother jumped up and made a beeline for me. She was accosted by a nurse who asked her to "please sit down."
"No, I will not sit down! My daughter is in there, and she sounds like she is in pain!" responded my mother indignantly.
The nurse repeated what the dentist had said-- that some patients reacted like this to the medicine, though it was rare. The nurse stressed the fact that I was not awake and couldn't feel anything.
Once again, my mother reluctantly left the door and headed back to her seat.
But then I screamed for the third time. . . This time, there was no stopping my mother. She ran to the door, but before she could open it, the door flew open. The dentist himself opened it, looking for my mother. Finding her right there, he exclaimed, "Please help us calm her down!"
My mom entered the room and put her hands on my knees and arms. I was also crying while I was screaming, though I have no idea why. Apparently I also mouthed, "I'm DEAF! I'm DEAF!" over and over throughout the surgery, and my mom soothingly said, "I know, honey. I know."
Her theory is that maybe I was dreaming that I had been in a bad accident, and was on the way to the hospital in an ambulance. Since the paramedics wouldn't know I was deaf, I mouthed it to them.. I don't know what was going through my mind during that time, so we'll never know.
The worst was soon over, and my mother knew I was alright when I sternly told her to "get out of the room."
Once again-- I do not remember ANYTHING at all. The surgery is a complete blank.
My face did not swell up as badly as I'd expected, and by the end of the week I was able to eat solid food again. However, not being able to eat solid food took its toll on me- I lost a total of seven pounds.
But.. I'm glad that's over with!
Anyways.. my love life has been pretty non-existant since the beginning of July. I broke off things with this one guy I'd been seriously involved for a while on and off, and it wasn't pretty. We aren't friends anymore (I wanted it to be like that) and.. guess what?
I don't CARE!
I've already moved on, too.. I'm very surprised with myself, though. The guy that has caught my eye isn't the type I usually go for. Weird.. I was reading an old Teen magazine yesterday and this quote caught my eye- it COMPLETELY describes what has happened with me. . .
"You put the picture of the ideal guy in your head but then someone comes along, and they don't fit that ideal at all. However, there is something about them that is so attractive."
Exaaaactly! I mean, I used to fall for the tall, dark, handsome type. But- HE is the TOTAL opposite of that! Weird.
My seventeenth birthday came and went.. I had a small get-together at my house, and it was a success. Thanks to everybody who came, I love you guys!
Until later. . .in the meanwhile, LiVE iT UP!