FarmGirl's Continuing Adventures In Advanced Dentistry

Longtime readers probably know to what I'm referring, and if you don't, ask someone or go look it up, I don't feel like doing a recap.

Last week I broke a tooth. Since it was Friday night, I wasn't going to get in to see my dentist till Monday at the earliest anyway, I decided to go ahead and go for Tuesday, which I already had scheduled off. I could suck it up that long.

Called in made the appointment, requested the chill pill that keeps me from running screaming from the building a projectile vomiting all over the parking lot... and got told they can't call in a script because it's been too long since they've seen me. Call my GP and get the script. I got this information Monday afternoon (because I sleep during the mornings since I work nights) and would have to leave for my appointment Tuesday morning no later than six am.

Yeah that wasn't going to work out on the whole happy pill thing. I know my dentist. I like my dentist. I figured I could reach down and grab a pair and get through a crown or an extraction with him, if I had to.

Then I got there, and he looked at it, said "that's gotta hurt" took some xrays and basically said I have an infection in all of my back molars, both sides. Tooth had to come out.

Now, the last time I was there we wound up with one dentist sitting on my chest and the other doing some kind of voodoo dance to extract some of my teeth, because the roots are *strong*.

In the interim, my favorite dentist has had a heart attack, his son (the one who did the voodoo dance last time) wasn't in the office Tuesday, and he basically said "I can't do it. We're sending you to an oral surgeon."

That totally helped my whole "don't freak out" mantra.

So after five minutes or so in the parking lot trying mostly unsuccessfully not to hyperventilate we headed over to the oral surgeon's office. Where we waited. And waited. And Waited.

Actually we waited less than an hour but to me it felt like forever.

The nurse came out and explained to us that the surgeon, after looking at the pretty pictures of my teeth and hearing about how I was behaving in his waiting room (pretty much like a scared rabbit, shaking in my seat with occasional leaps to the bathroom or outside) had decided that deep sedation was the best way to go.

It's expensive, but it's best, she said. You're more relaxed and things go better, she said.

Looking back I think the surgeon was afraid I was going to wind up backed into a corner and biting. Which may not have been all that far off the mark.

So yeah, I got knocked out, and I gotta say, as far as minimizing stress and keeping me from freaking the hell out in the middle of a procedure when I haven't been given a mild sedative, it's the way to go.

The worst part of the whole thing was the waiting, and the groping for a vein for the IV. Apparently I have difficult veins, which I didn't know before this because I'd never had an IV.

He wound up going in the back of my hand which actually hurt me less than the playing around he'd been doing in the crook of my arm.

Then he pushed the "mild" sedative and I approached that state of "ok doc you can cut my head off now just put it back when you're done"... then he pushed the knockout drugs and the next thing I knew, they were waking me up telling me I'd done great and it was time to go now.

Best. Drunk. Ever.

On the flip side, stitches in your mouth feel really weird, my stubborn nature will overcome not sleeping in over 24hrs, then being knocked out for an hour and woken back up, because I have to do Christmas shopping damnit!

Oh, and I look like I took a bat to the right side of my face... no surface bruising but it's swollen like crazy.

I plan to say only "you should see the other guy" when people ask. From the sounds of things I'll be seeing the OS at least once more, and I don't know whether he's going to just sedate me or knock me out for that one, but we'll see.

Meanwhile, vicodin is my friend.

*ETA:

I have a whole new reason to love the oral surgeon aside from the "lets just knock you out and when you wake up it'll all be over with" bit... a few moments ago my phone rang, and it was his office number. I figured they were calling to make sure the pain meds were adequate and I was right... except it was the surgeon himself... "How you doing? Pain medication doing enough? No excessive bleeding or swelling? Any questions now that you're not doped?" .... Yeah, I officially approve of this guy.

These Are Awesome

Due to lack of actual content, I was cruising the web today and came up with an excellent linky AND thinky.

Meet Vi Hart, who, if she ever decided to become a math teacher, would get me to actually take another math class.

Check out the doodles section of her site, that's where I've been engrossed. I have no idea what the maths actually are behind this stuff working but they do and they're fun, even if you aren't artistically inclined.

I've been playing with pencil and fountain pen for a couple of hours now... I'll probably move on to some anagrams later, just because I do words better than math or drawing, but the doodle games are an excellent diversion.

A New Addition

I'd like to introduce ya'll to a new cast member for the tales and stories here, someone who will probably play a large enough role that he gets his own introduction and his own nickname.

He's going to be an invaluable source of snark and giggles, at least for me.

Ya'll say hi to Darlin' Man. We're... dating? Seeing each other? Doing an environmental impact study on the eventual possibility of our cohabiting? (We're not entirely sure that any one locale can handle the two of us for an extended period. The snark seems to wilt the plants.)

Whatever you want to say that we're doing, we're doing it together, and I really like that.

He also reads the blog, though he doesn't participate, so ya'll behave.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

Eldest Nephew is a fantastic kid, he's considerate (most of the time, let's be honest, he's seven, he has his moments, just like any other kid) he's brilliant, with no caveat, and I'm not just saying that because he tells me every time he sees me that I'm his favorite aunt. They stopped testing his reading comprehension coming out of kindergarten when he aced the fourth grade level tests, the kid is smart.

He's also still believing in you, Santa. He wrote you a letter, with no prompting from mom and dad, put it in an envelope and sealed it, and left it in the mailbox. I'm sorry, but his mom pulled it out and kept it when they found it, but you're Santa, you know what he said.

You also know that he dedicated half a page to stuff for his little brother, and I can just see him sitting in the playroom with Youngest Nephew consulting over the list, assuring him that Santa would read the letter, and might bring them these toys.

He hasn't asked us for any of the big things on his list. He knows we can't afford them this year, so he didn't even bring them up. I'd give him the moon, if I could, Santa, but I just can't.

If he doesn't get them, he's not going to be mad, or upset. He's going to get just as excited opening small things as he is big things, because that's just the kind of kid he is.

We stole his letter, so I'm writing you this one in its place. The munchkin deserves a little Christmas Magic, Santa, and even though I stopped listening for reindeer on the roof a long, long time ago, I'd give a lot more than writing a letter to keep him straining his ears.

That's what I want for Christmas, just a little Christmas magic for my nephews.



Auntie FarmGirl



*This is not a bleg. I'm not asking for money to buy big fancy toys for my nephew, and I'll feel really bad if people take it that way. I just wanted to let everyone know how awesome Eldest Nephew is, and well, we took his letter, so I owed him one. Who knows? Maybe Santa reads my blog.

Overheard In The Car

"Yeah I think it's really important that... *gasp* antelope!"

Yeah... Vine has an unhealthy fascination with speed goat and we're going to have to make sure he's given an opportunity to kill one or two.

Gone Away

I know I've been mostly updating on Sundays, since I have Sunday off, but this weekend I'm taking a couple extra days and heading out of town, so blogging will be extremely light.

Ya'll enjoy yourselves while I'm not here, but don't drink all the booze, I'm gonna need it Tuesday to console myself over having to go back to work.

Live! Sweaty! Hogdogs!

An update on the Great Hotsauce Challenge: It'll be broadcast live here!

So, drop a few bucks for the entertainment value and go watch three people melt their innards for charity tonight at 6pm (I'm assuming eastern, if not someone correct me.) Unfortunately I'll be at work so I won't be able to watch.

You know you wanna see it.