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So, I had my wisdom teeth taken out today.
I took something similar to Valium for anxiety the night before and this morning, and it worked the night before, but the morning of I was still a bucket of nerves. So I go in, they hook me up to monitors, and my heart rate is 120. Sweet. He gives me laughing gas, which is supposed to calm your heart rate and blood pressure, but nothing. And I feel nothing from it. He asks if it's working, to which I reply, umm, I don't feel anything, and we wait. About 5 min later, he asks me if it's working and says my arms should be getting heavy. I still don't feel anything from it, but I said "maybe a little" just so that he could get to work on the IV. He starts trying to put it in my right arm, twice, and it doesn't take because my veins suck. I told him he probably wouldn't find one on that arm because I have terrible veins (and that I know because this isn't the first time I've been a human pincushion). So he switches over to my other arm, we move a bunch of my sensors around, and he finally gets the IV in. Starts injecting something into my arm, and I started going in and out. I remember at one point asking him if it was supposed to be burning my arm (because it was), and then he gave me the rundown of all the crap he was pumping through me and said that one of them can burn, so he injects it slowly. Begin twilight sleep.
Couldn't have been much later, I awoke in a sobbing mess. They couldn't start the surgery, but they must have numbed my mouth up, because I couldn't feel my tongue (and commented on this fact through my tears, because drugs make you say the darndest things). So I cry hysterically for no apparent reason, my pulse is extremely high, and they tell me that my blood pressure is so high that they may not be able to do the surgery. That was met with MORE sobs, because I was already in the chair at that point and I'll be darned if I was gonna go through all this mess twice. I told them that I just needed more of the drugs and wanted to go back to sleep. I sobbed, apologized for waking up, apologized for my blood pressure, and just kept saying that I want to go back to sleep. Apparently my blood pressure at one point got so high that it was critical (whatever that means), so he injected something in me to slow that down, gave me a dosage of the drugs big enough for a fully grown fat man, and I was out until the end of the surgery.
Woke up, got moved to a holding room, Mom and Jim came back. Mom talked to my surgeon while I asked Jim if I was swollen and looked terrible yet. He couldn't understand me so I tried to write it down, but it's illegible. I don't know how long we were in that room. I got in the car, we drove down the road, I went in and out of sanity for a while. We went through the Burger King drive through, I got a milkshake for later, and we eventually got home.
I slept for a whopping 1 hour all day long. Apparently my body metabolizes drugs like none other. My doc called later to see how I was and said that my dosage of drugs would have knocked a normal person out for a full day, and that he was even nervous to give my body that much. He said that my bottom right tooth was the hardest because it was under quite a bit of bone and was like, stuck in there, so he gave me extra novocaine for that side of my mouth and said it would last 9 hours. About 12 hours later, my right side of my lip and chin is still numb, but everything else is not. I hope it's not that nerve damage that lasts two or so weeks. All in all, my mouth is sore, but the worst part and the part I was freaking out over (aka the actual act of surgery) is over. I hope I never again need to be cut open, because golly gosh was it weird waking up crying in the middle and having no idea why I was crying or who the strange lady that was clutching my hand was.
I took something similar to Valium for anxiety the night before and this morning, and it worked the night before, but the morning of I was still a bucket of nerves. So I go in, they hook me up to monitors, and my heart rate is 120. Sweet. He gives me laughing gas, which is supposed to calm your heart rate and blood pressure, but nothing. And I feel nothing from it. He asks if it's working, to which I reply, umm, I don't feel anything, and we wait. About 5 min later, he asks me if it's working and says my arms should be getting heavy. I still don't feel anything from it, but I said "maybe a little" just so that he could get to work on the IV. He starts trying to put it in my right arm, twice, and it doesn't take because my veins suck. I told him he probably wouldn't find one on that arm because I have terrible veins (and that I know because this isn't the first time I've been a human pincushion). So he switches over to my other arm, we move a bunch of my sensors around, and he finally gets the IV in. Starts injecting something into my arm, and I started going in and out. I remember at one point asking him if it was supposed to be burning my arm (because it was), and then he gave me the rundown of all the crap he was pumping through me and said that one of them can burn, so he injects it slowly. Begin twilight sleep.
Couldn't have been much later, I awoke in a sobbing mess. They couldn't start the surgery, but they must have numbed my mouth up, because I couldn't feel my tongue (and commented on this fact through my tears, because drugs make you say the darndest things). So I cry hysterically for no apparent reason, my pulse is extremely high, and they tell me that my blood pressure is so high that they may not be able to do the surgery. That was met with MORE sobs, because I was already in the chair at that point and I'll be darned if I was gonna go through all this mess twice. I told them that I just needed more of the drugs and wanted to go back to sleep. I sobbed, apologized for waking up, apologized for my blood pressure, and just kept saying that I want to go back to sleep. Apparently my blood pressure at one point got so high that it was critical (whatever that means), so he injected something in me to slow that down, gave me a dosage of the drugs big enough for a fully grown fat man, and I was out until the end of the surgery.
Woke up, got moved to a holding room, Mom and Jim came back. Mom talked to my surgeon while I asked Jim if I was swollen and looked terrible yet. He couldn't understand me so I tried to write it down, but it's illegible. I don't know how long we were in that room. I got in the car, we drove down the road, I went in and out of sanity for a while. We went through the Burger King drive through, I got a milkshake for later, and we eventually got home.
I slept for a whopping 1 hour all day long. Apparently my body metabolizes drugs like none other. My doc called later to see how I was and said that my dosage of drugs would have knocked a normal person out for a full day, and that he was even nervous to give my body that much. He said that my bottom right tooth was the hardest because it was under quite a bit of bone and was like, stuck in there, so he gave me extra novocaine for that side of my mouth and said it would last 9 hours. About 12 hours later, my right side of my lip and chin is still numb, but everything else is not. I hope it's not that nerve damage that lasts two or so weeks. All in all, my mouth is sore, but the worst part and the part I was freaking out over (aka the actual act of surgery) is over. I hope I never again need to be cut open, because golly gosh was it weird waking up crying in the middle and having no idea why I was crying or who the strange lady that was clutching my hand was.