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Jun. 21st, 2011 01:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunshine_queenSo, today I had to go to the dentist to get a filling. I should've known there'd be trouble when I made my appointment and they told me it was for 11 AM, and when they called to confirm they said 11:15.
(Note: I may be exaggerating a bit with the times, but I assure you that the arrival time and departure time are correct. Most of the rest are guesstimates.)
I arrive at the dentist office at 10:50. When I went there last week for a cleaning with my sister, we arrived, went in after about ten minutes, and we were out in literally an hour. It was amazing. As such, I assumed this office had its mierda together, and I made plans for 2:30, thinking that I would totally be done with my appointment.
It was pretty enjoyable, actually! I had the new Southern Vampire mystery (shut up) and the radio was playing awesome music, it wasn't too crowded, and no one was bothering me. At one point, some guy got irritated and told the receptionist he couldn't wait anymore- at that point I checked my watch and I was like, whoa, I have been here for almost an hour. (Cue my clever tweets: 'Anxiously waiting at dentist, and have been for fifty minutes. Torture!' and 'The radio is playing good music, and i like my book, but OMG Y'ALL ARE GOING TO KILL ME WITH ANXIETY. (I'm kind of scared of procedures.)')
I continue to read and check my twitter, until I get a phone call from my cousin, who was the one I'd made plans with at 2:30. I tell her honestly that who the hell knows if I'll make it- LOL I've been waiting for two hours! At this point I'm still pretty optimistic, but I get up to ask the receptionist what is up. After giving me a bit of an attitude, she acknowledges I have been waiting a ridiculously long time, and she goes back to check. When she returns, she says it'll be ten or fifteen more minutes.
It definitely wasn't, but whatever. About a half hour later, I get called back.
Now, in my experience, when they get you in the chair, it is showtime. Clearly they have time for me now! (This is after one, btw.) I hang out for about a half hour, and finally the dentist comes in and gives me the numbing shot, and I get to hang out for another fifteen minutes, when the dentist comes in and tells me someone needs to take their lunch break, so it will be another half hour and really, what could I do? I already had the numbing shot, which in my previous filling had been the worst part, so I wasn't going have that be for nought, so I just chilled out. I also texted my cousin to say we had to reschedule, for obvious reasons, and she told me I should be "FURIOUS!!!!!" (Apparently my cousin uses a lot of punctuation and caps when she texts? And she never writes out the word 'you'. Other words, yes, that one, no,)
FINALLY the dude comes back- this is about two thirty or so- and it looks like we're ready to go. They lower my chair so I'm practically laying down... and the dentist and his assistant start talking about Taboo, which, as far as I can tell, is like My Strange Addiction but only about sex. He starts talking about Steve Cat, who is that guy who has the latex sex dolls and to each his own, but know what I really don't want to hear my middle-aged dentist talking about? FETISHES. Because it didn't end with the sex dolls, it continued into people who dress like infants and people who love walls and cars and there I am! Just waiting for my fillings! And my two dudebro dentist people are guffawing and I'm mentally like CAN WE PLEASE JUST START MY PROCEDURE AND LAUGH ABOUT THIS DURING IT? But no. Ten awkward (for me) moments go by. (BTW, people with weird fetishes shouldn't breed, according to this guy. I was like 'what even is going on in my life?')
So! The procedure finally starts! And he lowers the implement to my tooth and- SEARING AGONIZING PAIN. This leads to the dentist and the assistant being all "dude, is this not working? did they reformulate it?" leaving me to believe that they're having trouble with this particular vial, or brand, or WHATEVER JUST STOP USING IT, and I have to get a second shot.
To get personal for a moment, I'm not wild about this kind of medication, because I react really weirdly to some things. Morphine makes me nauseous, and nerve blocks normally last literally four times longer than they last on normal people, so the idea of getting a second shot literally brought me to tears, but I beared it admirably until they left the room and then I cried a bit in frustration because it was almost freaking 3 PM and I had gotten there four hours ago and this shit was bananas.
My dentist returns after about twenty minutes, this time with a different assistant who is also his son, and they start talking about something that is also weird but I can't remember what it was, exactly. This time when the implement starts, it hurts but isn't unbearable until it actually is, and the dentist is like, ... seriously, I have no idea what more I can do for you, but I only have about two more seconds of this, so I nearly drew blood on my palms digging my nails in to stop from crying. Then they... did whatever fills a filling and cured it or whatever, and I was done.
The entire procedure took about eight minutes, WITH A MINUTE-LONG PAUSE WHILE I RECOVERED FROM MY SECOND BOUT OF PAIN. I finally got out at 3:30. It was awful. The only highlights were the sweet and encouraging tweets I got from my buddies on twitter, and the fact that I almost finished my book, which is awesome.
Other things that are awesome: MELISSA'S VISIT. We had the greatest time. We went to the beach two days in a row, and we went out for drinks and SNUGGLED and talked and Melissa even wound up going over to my uncle's house for his birthday so she met my entire family and it turned out to be one of the most excellent parties my family has even thrown and this all boils down to everything is better when my buddyroo is with me and I miss her 80% of the time. I say only 80% because I have to sleep sometimes.
(Note: I may be exaggerating a bit with the times, but I assure you that the arrival time and departure time are correct. Most of the rest are guesstimates.)
I arrive at the dentist office at 10:50. When I went there last week for a cleaning with my sister, we arrived, went in after about ten minutes, and we were out in literally an hour. It was amazing. As such, I assumed this office had its mierda together, and I made plans for 2:30, thinking that I would totally be done with my appointment.
It was pretty enjoyable, actually! I had the new Southern Vampire mystery (shut up) and the radio was playing awesome music, it wasn't too crowded, and no one was bothering me. At one point, some guy got irritated and told the receptionist he couldn't wait anymore- at that point I checked my watch and I was like, whoa, I have been here for almost an hour. (Cue my clever tweets: 'Anxiously waiting at dentist, and have been for fifty minutes. Torture!' and 'The radio is playing good music, and i like my book, but OMG Y'ALL ARE GOING TO KILL ME WITH ANXIETY. (I'm kind of scared of procedures.)')
I continue to read and check my twitter, until I get a phone call from my cousin, who was the one I'd made plans with at 2:30. I tell her honestly that who the hell knows if I'll make it- LOL I've been waiting for two hours! At this point I'm still pretty optimistic, but I get up to ask the receptionist what is up. After giving me a bit of an attitude, she acknowledges I have been waiting a ridiculously long time, and she goes back to check. When she returns, she says it'll be ten or fifteen more minutes.
It definitely wasn't, but whatever. About a half hour later, I get called back.
Now, in my experience, when they get you in the chair, it is showtime. Clearly they have time for me now! (This is after one, btw.) I hang out for about a half hour, and finally the dentist comes in and gives me the numbing shot, and I get to hang out for another fifteen minutes, when the dentist comes in and tells me someone needs to take their lunch break, so it will be another half hour and really, what could I do? I already had the numbing shot, which in my previous filling had been the worst part, so I wasn't going have that be for nought, so I just chilled out. I also texted my cousin to say we had to reschedule, for obvious reasons, and she told me I should be "FURIOUS!!!!!" (Apparently my cousin uses a lot of punctuation and caps when she texts? And she never writes out the word 'you'. Other words, yes, that one, no,)
FINALLY the dude comes back- this is about two thirty or so- and it looks like we're ready to go. They lower my chair so I'm practically laying down... and the dentist and his assistant start talking about Taboo, which, as far as I can tell, is like My Strange Addiction but only about sex. He starts talking about Steve Cat, who is that guy who has the latex sex dolls and to each his own, but know what I really don't want to hear my middle-aged dentist talking about? FETISHES. Because it didn't end with the sex dolls, it continued into people who dress like infants and people who love walls and cars and there I am! Just waiting for my fillings! And my two dudebro dentist people are guffawing and I'm mentally like CAN WE PLEASE JUST START MY PROCEDURE AND LAUGH ABOUT THIS DURING IT? But no. Ten awkward (for me) moments go by. (BTW, people with weird fetishes shouldn't breed, according to this guy. I was like 'what even is going on in my life?')
So! The procedure finally starts! And he lowers the implement to my tooth and- SEARING AGONIZING PAIN. This leads to the dentist and the assistant being all "dude, is this not working? did they reformulate it?" leaving me to believe that they're having trouble with this particular vial, or brand, or WHATEVER JUST STOP USING IT, and I have to get a second shot.
To get personal for a moment, I'm not wild about this kind of medication, because I react really weirdly to some things. Morphine makes me nauseous, and nerve blocks normally last literally four times longer than they last on normal people, so the idea of getting a second shot literally brought me to tears, but I beared it admirably until they left the room and then I cried a bit in frustration because it was almost freaking 3 PM and I had gotten there four hours ago and this shit was bananas.
My dentist returns after about twenty minutes, this time with a different assistant who is also his son, and they start talking about something that is also weird but I can't remember what it was, exactly. This time when the implement starts, it hurts but isn't unbearable until it actually is, and the dentist is like, ... seriously, I have no idea what more I can do for you, but I only have about two more seconds of this, so I nearly drew blood on my palms digging my nails in to stop from crying. Then they... did whatever fills a filling and cured it or whatever, and I was done.
The entire procedure took about eight minutes, WITH A MINUTE-LONG PAUSE WHILE I RECOVERED FROM MY SECOND BOUT OF PAIN. I finally got out at 3:30. It was awful. The only highlights were the sweet and encouraging tweets I got from my buddies on twitter, and the fact that I almost finished my book, which is awesome.
Other things that are awesome: MELISSA'S VISIT. We had the greatest time. We went to the beach two days in a row, and we went out for drinks and SNUGGLED and talked and Melissa even wound up going over to my uncle's house for his birthday so she met my entire family and it turned out to be one of the most excellent parties my family has even thrown and this all boils down to everything is better when my buddyroo is with me and I miss her 80% of the time. I say only 80% because I have to sleep sometimes.
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Date: 2011-06-21 05:31 am (UTC)Would you be willing to check/finesse some French for me? Wolverine needs to speak French.
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Date: 2011-06-21 05:44 am (UTC)Of course I would! You have my email address, yes?
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Date: 2011-06-21 03:38 pm (UTC)FYI, Novocaine sucks, in general. I had two wisdom teeth out with it, and the other two (plus part of an extraction/crown insertation at the same time) done with anesthetic that put me to sleep completely, and it was SO MUCH BETTER. If they give you the option ever, take it.
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Date: 2011-06-21 05:26 pm (UTC)I had all my wisdom teeth out, and they knocked me completely out. Pros: I was totally asleep and felt nothing. Cons: I am incredibly sensitive to whatever they gave me, so not only did it take me forever to wake up (and I kept not breathing on my own, much to my mother's horror) and later, in another one of my common reactions to this sort of medicine, I threw up every fifteen minutes from about ten PM to four AM.
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Date: 2011-06-21 05:47 pm (UTC)But yay for friends making everything better! A+++ life choices, there.
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Date: 2011-06-21 07:04 pm (UTC)I think separately, the first attempt with the pain wouldn't have been so traumatic if I hadn't already been frustrated that I had been waiting for ten years, but the waiting + the pain + more milder but still freaky pain + the fetish talk was just too much. The dentist also cursed a few times, which freaked me out.
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Date: 2011-06-22 05:15 am (UTC)Can they not give you some other anesthetic that you aren't sensitive to? They must have encountered this before. What will happen if/when you ever need more serious surgery?
Btw, I was clearing out closets today and I came across some of the letters you wrote to me the summer I was at camp (2001, I think). Wow, were we ever young and NUTS. I will have to scan a couple for you!
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Date: 2011-06-22 05:24 am (UTC)I don't know that there are any other things out there! An anti-emetic worked fine when I was in the hospital for my reduction, it was only with my wisdom teeth that we realized it makes me sick. I'm special like that.
D: I am frightened to even think of what could've possibly been included. WE WERE BABIES, JESS. ... Holy crap, that was ten years ago.
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Date: 2011-06-22 05:32 am (UTC)I have no idea what's out there. But reactions to anesthetic don't sound like a good thing to me. It's got to be to some component of the meds, and if your issue is a common one, they may have alternatives, I guess. Is it morphine specifically, or all morphine-like chemicals?
They are quite horrifying, actually. I am so glad I don't have any of mine anymore ('cause, duh, I sent them to you). I particularly enjoyed your habit of breaking up paragraphs with random song verses doctored up with Xena lyrics. We were little kids, and it really is scary that 1) we've known each other THAT LONG, and 2) we're adults now.
On a related note, I don't know if you saw on Facebook, but I was in California last week on vacation (!) and had lunch with Adrienne Wilkinson (!!). I talked about you a little in the "why the internet is good" conversation (!!!). Hope your ears were burning. ;-)
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