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Well, I met the oral surgeon yesterday. He seems like a nice guy. He walked in and was all "Good morning sweetheart, how ya doing?" He's old, but not like a creepy old man, LoL. Though, he kinda reminds me of Jigsaw in the Saw movies. I was kinda waiting for him to be like "Hello, Holly, I want to play a game..." The room I was in kinda freaked me out a little. He had a stuffed llama looking thing on his wall, and a shark clipping from a newspaper posted on his wall, too. Plus like that little gas mask thing they put over your face, and different things. I hope they don't do the procedure in that room, cause I'll probably be scared shitless when I'm all loopy. LoL.
Anyway, when I got there, they took a complete x-ray of my face. Then he took me to that room so he could look at my teeth, and then he took me into his office. He sat me down and told me I only had three wisdom teeth (which I already knew) and that he would do them all at one time. He said he hopes to have me out within 30 to 45 minutes, tops. Said as soon as I come in, he'll start an IV to relax and sedate me. He said I won't be unconscious, but I'll be in a "twilight zone" and I won't know what's going on, or remember much of anything when it's over. So, all of this seems pretty positive. He didn't go into any gory details about yanking them out and having blood fly across the room, so I was pretty comfortable. He's done this tons of time, I keep joking that he probably can just use the Jedi mind trick now, after all his experience. Anyway, right before I left, he told me to look at my x-ray. He was like "You see that white line? And of course I told him yeah. He told me that was a nerve, and that my teeth are lying on it, and if that nerve gets damaged or bruised in any way, there is a chance I couldn't feel the bottom of my face for a few hours, weeks, months, years, or forever. Well, let me tell you, that just makes me want to hop right into that chair and have it done. I mean, legally, I know he had to tell me that, but damn. Oh well, it has to be done. He gave me some consent forms I have to read and sign, and I have to start taking more antibiotics the day before I go in. Which is scheduled for next Friday. One week from today!!!! Yeah, I'm nervous, and I don't tolerate pain very well, but I can't imagine it being much worse than what I was feeling Easter weekend. I was crying all over the place and nothing was helping. At least I'll have the good stuff. I already have Vicodin filled.
Anyway, when I got there, they took a complete x-ray of my face. Then he took me to that room so he could look at my teeth, and then he took me into his office. He sat me down and told me I only had three wisdom teeth (which I already knew) and that he would do them all at one time. He said he hopes to have me out within 30 to 45 minutes, tops. Said as soon as I come in, he'll start an IV to relax and sedate me. He said I won't be unconscious, but I'll be in a "twilight zone" and I won't know what's going on, or remember much of anything when it's over. So, all of this seems pretty positive. He didn't go into any gory details about yanking them out and having blood fly across the room, so I was pretty comfortable. He's done this tons of time, I keep joking that he probably can just use the Jedi mind trick now, after all his experience. Anyway, right before I left, he told me to look at my x-ray. He was like "You see that white line? And of course I told him yeah. He told me that was a nerve, and that my teeth are lying on it, and if that nerve gets damaged or bruised in any way, there is a chance I couldn't feel the bottom of my face for a few hours, weeks, months, years, or forever. Well, let me tell you, that just makes me want to hop right into that chair and have it done. I mean, legally, I know he had to tell me that, but damn. Oh well, it has to be done. He gave me some consent forms I have to read and sign, and I have to start taking more antibiotics the day before I go in. Which is scheduled for next Friday. One week from today!!!! Yeah, I'm nervous, and I don't tolerate pain very well, but I can't imagine it being much worse than what I was feeling Easter weekend. I was crying all over the place and nothing was helping. At least I'll have the good stuff. I already have Vicodin filled.