The loss of Wisdom
I no longer have any wisdom, as of 4 o'clock Friday afternoon I became wisdomless. I had wanted to get an IV so i wouldn't know a thing, however, that would have ment my parents would have had to stay home, at least for that night, and i didn't want that so i just did the gas, with the IV on standby in case i really needed it. However, i don't think the gas did a thing. i think they were blowing oxygen the whole entire time. i didn't feel drunk as i was breathign it nor after they were done with it. i felt the same both times.
It was an almost completely painless event. THe novicane needle hurt a tad, but then a tingling sensation spread around and then i just felt like i would drool all over everything (interesting to note...noviane on the bottom numbs that half of the jaw, novicane on the top just numbs that tooth area...hmmmm). Anyway, lucky me only had 3 to be removed (thank god! 4 would have been horrible). So anyway, back to the story. half of my jaw is numb and the other half is fine.
Because the entire bottom half of my jaw was numb i hardly felt a thing...just a little pushing and whoops! it was out, and the nurse nicely commented that i have cute teeth (never thought of teeth as being cute, but i take my compliments when they come). the next tooth i felt just a big more. the only warning was "OK, Theres going to be more pushing now" the next minute my head is firmly pressed against the rest and my eyes are closed, but before long he says "And its out!" i was amazed. The third and final tooth is where the trubbles begins. He does the test to see if the novicane worked and i felt a little something, but nothing really so i thought it would me ok...man was I wrong. He starts pushing and holly shit my mouth explodes in pain! i kind of cry out and raise my hand, the sign that says "Ow! your hurting me! STOP!" and he said "well thats not good. Does it hurt on the inside or the outsdie?" i have no idea what this question means, so i say i don't know. he doesn't like that answer so i pick inside. i guess theres really nothing he can do so the nurse gives me her hand to squeeze and he goes back to my tooth. And Holly Shit! this time it hurt even more than the last! i actually squeezed the nurses hand because sqeezing the big fat arm rest wasn't helping. THen he finally withdraws and i pray its over. sadly my hopes are dashed when he says "ok, now to just take it out" i kind of give off a little muffled cry here as the tears are sliding down my face. He goes back to work, and thank god, he pulls and it comes out. there was pain, but not as much as the last time. i relax. its over! now to just stitch it up and let me out!
Everyone then says i shouldn't cry and i'm making them sad and i just want to be like, "i just had the most painful experience ever! i'm not crying cause i'm sad!!! these are tears of pain!!! the kinds you can't really control!" but no i say nothing, i just let them think what they want. i didn't want to talk anymore. they shove gauze in my mouth (not fun) and hand me an ice pack to stick on my face, that was nice for the first 20 minutes until it got all warm and useless.
I asked for my teeth, and they said if they weren't deteriorating i was allowed ot have them. well my teeth were nice and healthy so i took them home, plopped them in peroxide and now i just keed to buy some coke and i can stick one in it and watch it deteriorate!!!! i'm excited!
They gave me vicodin for the pain...i hate drugs. it doesn't help the pain and it doesn't really make me all that drowsy either...the only thing i think it does is makes me lose my appitite....maybe its really a weight loss drug....they shoulda just given me novicane shots...that would be nice. course then i'd be slopping all over myself....when my mouth was still numb i had trouble getting stuff in my mouth and then keeping it there... i'm so glad no one was there to watch me, cause if i found it funny andyone watchgn would have found it histerical, and i wouldn't have been a fan of being laughed at then.
Medical insurance is definetly a plus, and i must make sure that when i get a job i have it. My perscription of Vicodin (15 big ass fat pills) cost us 37 cents!!! thats right 37 cents! like shit! thats amazing! I just hope by the time i do get a job Bush hasn't destroyed the econemy so much that health care becomes hard to get at a job.
I always thought that when i got stitches it would have been when i finally went to the hospital for them to patch me up from somethign stupid i had done. But instead my first and probably only stitches i got by sitting in a chair and having my teeth painfully ripped out, and then got stitches put in to repair the damage done by someone else....grrrr....makes me mad! if i've survived without every going and getting stitches i didn't need them now either! i'm still tasteing blood even with them....now they are just a nusance. gah! at least i'm not all swollen and bruised. that would have sucked. i'm not really sure what i'm going to do tomorrow or monday though. its the end of saterday and since Friday at 6 i've already watched 5 movies, and read 200 pages of Harry Potter. Theres definelty not enough to last me until monday if i keep reading it, and i'm getting sick of sitting in front of the TV. and i hate being on my moms computer, cause the longer i'm on the more chances somethign will go wrong and i'll get yelled at...i hate wireless, if it was fucking working i'd be on my dads computer. i can't wait to go to school and have hardwire and fast connection.
It was an almost completely painless event. THe novicane needle hurt a tad, but then a tingling sensation spread around and then i just felt like i would drool all over everything (interesting to note...noviane on the bottom numbs that half of the jaw, novicane on the top just numbs that tooth area...hmmmm). Anyway, lucky me only had 3 to be removed (thank god! 4 would have been horrible). So anyway, back to the story. half of my jaw is numb and the other half is fine.
Because the entire bottom half of my jaw was numb i hardly felt a thing...just a little pushing and whoops! it was out, and the nurse nicely commented that i have cute teeth (never thought of teeth as being cute, but i take my compliments when they come). the next tooth i felt just a big more. the only warning was "OK, Theres going to be more pushing now" the next minute my head is firmly pressed against the rest and my eyes are closed, but before long he says "And its out!" i was amazed. The third and final tooth is where the trubbles begins. He does the test to see if the novicane worked and i felt a little something, but nothing really so i thought it would me ok...man was I wrong. He starts pushing and holly shit my mouth explodes in pain! i kind of cry out and raise my hand, the sign that says "Ow! your hurting me! STOP!" and he said "well thats not good. Does it hurt on the inside or the outsdie?" i have no idea what this question means, so i say i don't know. he doesn't like that answer so i pick inside. i guess theres really nothing he can do so the nurse gives me her hand to squeeze and he goes back to my tooth. And Holly Shit! this time it hurt even more than the last! i actually squeezed the nurses hand because sqeezing the big fat arm rest wasn't helping. THen he finally withdraws and i pray its over. sadly my hopes are dashed when he says "ok, now to just take it out" i kind of give off a little muffled cry here as the tears are sliding down my face. He goes back to work, and thank god, he pulls and it comes out. there was pain, but not as much as the last time. i relax. its over! now to just stitch it up and let me out!
Everyone then says i shouldn't cry and i'm making them sad and i just want to be like, "i just had the most painful experience ever! i'm not crying cause i'm sad!!! these are tears of pain!!! the kinds you can't really control!" but no i say nothing, i just let them think what they want. i didn't want to talk anymore. they shove gauze in my mouth (not fun) and hand me an ice pack to stick on my face, that was nice for the first 20 minutes until it got all warm and useless.
I asked for my teeth, and they said if they weren't deteriorating i was allowed ot have them. well my teeth were nice and healthy so i took them home, plopped them in peroxide and now i just keed to buy some coke and i can stick one in it and watch it deteriorate!!!! i'm excited!
They gave me vicodin for the pain...i hate drugs. it doesn't help the pain and it doesn't really make me all that drowsy either...the only thing i think it does is makes me lose my appitite....maybe its really a weight loss drug....they shoulda just given me novicane shots...that would be nice. course then i'd be slopping all over myself....when my mouth was still numb i had trouble getting stuff in my mouth and then keeping it there... i'm so glad no one was there to watch me, cause if i found it funny andyone watchgn would have found it histerical, and i wouldn't have been a fan of being laughed at then.
Medical insurance is definetly a plus, and i must make sure that when i get a job i have it. My perscription of Vicodin (15 big ass fat pills) cost us 37 cents!!! thats right 37 cents! like shit! thats amazing! I just hope by the time i do get a job Bush hasn't destroyed the econemy so much that health care becomes hard to get at a job.
I always thought that when i got stitches it would have been when i finally went to the hospital for them to patch me up from somethign stupid i had done. But instead my first and probably only stitches i got by sitting in a chair and having my teeth painfully ripped out, and then got stitches put in to repair the damage done by someone else....grrrr....makes me mad! if i've survived without every going and getting stitches i didn't need them now either! i'm still tasteing blood even with them....now they are just a nusance. gah! at least i'm not all swollen and bruised. that would have sucked. i'm not really sure what i'm going to do tomorrow or monday though. its the end of saterday and since Friday at 6 i've already watched 5 movies, and read 200 pages of Harry Potter. Theres definelty not enough to last me until monday if i keep reading it, and i'm getting sick of sitting in front of the TV. and i hate being on my moms computer, cause the longer i'm on the more chances somethign will go wrong and i'll get yelled at...i hate wireless, if it was fucking working i'd be on my dads computer. i can't wait to go to school and have hardwire and fast connection.