After the tooth extraction
When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.
-Alexander Graham Bell
So finally the last one of my bothersome teeth has no been repaired, and I stand before you a man who has one his battle over teeth. I went yesterday morning to the dentist for my appointment to have the tooth removed (and after 3 years too). I sat in the waiting room for 30 minutes filling out paperwork that sold my soul to the dentist. Then they call me back and I sit in the chair. They had hooked me up to one a blood pressure monitor (I had fun making myself nervous and clam and watching the numbers change) and I waited (another half and hour). I am pretty sure that dentists and doctors get this second waiting room, as I can't think of any job you can get away with it. (I wish I could make users wait 2 times before I come fix their computer problems). I would have rather sat in the room with a TV (with the Tony Danza show on) and year old magazines. Then I probably wouldn't have played with the blood pressure machine.
The doctor finally came in, and looked at the tooth and they started to put the IV in. After the third attempt they finally got it in, and I went off to dream land (well, without the dreams). I awoke (possibly feeling like a college student after his first frat party). I can't say I stumbled out of the room, since my first recollection is sitting in the recovery room (though I know I walked and amazingly enough put on my jacket). They mentioned that instead of one tooth, they pulled out 2, because they were fused together (I like to think that they were in love). I stumbled to my dad's car slurring my speech and swerving as I walked (I really looked drunk). The second the got a chance I answered some work e-mails on my blackberry (LOOSER ALERT!!) and passed out. When I woke the Novocain was wearing off, and I swore there was a jaguar chewing on the inside of my mouth. I had to wait a little while for the medication to dull the pain (stupid drug store), all the time drooling blood-split.
Once the medication came I took them (one for pain and I am not sure what the other does), and went back into the bed. Shortly after that I was able to venture around on my own. The doctor called later that night and let me know that they second tooth that fused with the first was a wisdom tooth (eat that medical insurance), and I was happy knowing that was one less that would need removing later.
Now today I am in a little bit of pain, back at work pretending like none of this ever happened. Except for the fact I am still tasting some blood in my mouth (Which I am assured is normal). Now I have to go, and take my mystery horse pill.
-Alexander Graham Bell
So finally the last one of my bothersome teeth has no been repaired, and I stand before you a man who has one his battle over teeth. I went yesterday morning to the dentist for my appointment to have the tooth removed (and after 3 years too). I sat in the waiting room for 30 minutes filling out paperwork that sold my soul to the dentist. Then they call me back and I sit in the chair. They had hooked me up to one a blood pressure monitor (I had fun making myself nervous and clam and watching the numbers change) and I waited (another half and hour). I am pretty sure that dentists and doctors get this second waiting room, as I can't think of any job you can get away with it. (I wish I could make users wait 2 times before I come fix their computer problems). I would have rather sat in the room with a TV (with the Tony Danza show on) and year old magazines. Then I probably wouldn't have played with the blood pressure machine.
The doctor finally came in, and looked at the tooth and they started to put the IV in. After the third attempt they finally got it in, and I went off to dream land (well, without the dreams). I awoke (possibly feeling like a college student after his first frat party). I can't say I stumbled out of the room, since my first recollection is sitting in the recovery room (though I know I walked and amazingly enough put on my jacket). They mentioned that instead of one tooth, they pulled out 2, because they were fused together (I like to think that they were in love). I stumbled to my dad's car slurring my speech and swerving as I walked (I really looked drunk). The second the got a chance I answered some work e-mails on my blackberry (LOOSER ALERT!!) and passed out. When I woke the Novocain was wearing off, and I swore there was a jaguar chewing on the inside of my mouth. I had to wait a little while for the medication to dull the pain (stupid drug store), all the time drooling blood-split.
Once the medication came I took them (one for pain and I am not sure what the other does), and went back into the bed. Shortly after that I was able to venture around on my own. The doctor called later that night and let me know that they second tooth that fused with the first was a wisdom tooth (eat that medical insurance), and I was happy knowing that was one less that would need removing later.
Now today I am in a little bit of pain, back at work pretending like none of this ever happened. Except for the fact I am still tasting some blood in my mouth (Which I am assured is normal). Now I have to go, and take my mystery horse pill.