…As I settled into the chair where the procedure was going to take place, I couldn’t shake the heavy, woe is me feeling. I was really scared. I heard the clanking of the metal pieces the dentist and his assistant were going to use, as they were put on the metal tray next to the chair. Then I saw the dreaded needle. Now, I am not afraid of needles any more. Many years ago I was absolutely terrified of them, but between my tattoos and my pre-natal care during both my pregnancies, I have gotten accustomed to being stuck with needles. There is something however, about a dentist’s needle that just gives you the heebie jeebies. I shuddered, they put the bib thing around my neck, a big, long, black plastic tarp looking thing that covered me almost to my ankles, I heard the slap of latex against his wrists and I braced myself for an
experience. I gripped the chair handle and squeezed my eyes shut when I saw him take up the needle. I then felt like what I swear was about 9 different needle stabs inside my jaw, all across the left side of my face. I felt the novacaine immediately begin to paralyze my face. Even my throat felt numb. Then it was on.
I kept my eyes shut, then I felt this pressure and tugging and I heard God awful crunching sounds. The sound of the suction thingy was overbearing, then added to it was the sound of a drill, then the sound and feel of cold water falling down my throat. It was like a symphony of agony, topped off by my reflex discomfort moans. It’s kinda funny how the moans from extreme discomfort and pain kind of sound like moans of pleasure. I was trying to figure out how to moan more painfully, so they wouldn’t think the experience was some kind of sick twisted turn on for me. The tugging and the drilling went on for hours. I remember saying
‘Oh My God!’
out loud after the top wisdom tooth was removed. Even though the area was numb, it still hurt. Then it was on to the more complicated one at the bottom. I thanked God, Jesus and the Holy spirit for the invention of novacaine repeatedly in my mind. I heard him speak dentist to his assistant. I had no clue what they were saying, but it didn’t sound good. I felt tears helplessly and effortlessly fall from my eyes. I briefly opened up my eyes for a few seconds, only to see latex gloves covered in my gum blood. A lot too. It was all down the front of my bib. I wished I hadn’t opened them. The dentist and his assistant spoke their dental language again, then I felt a gas mask go over my face. I didn’t go to sleep, but I felt less anxious with the mask over my face. I felt the rocking back and forth, I heard the crunching, I heard sighs of frustration, as that tooth had them booth sweating. It got a little intense for a few minutes, because the bottom wisdom tooth came out in pieces. It was not extracted in the same way as the top one, which had come out in one piece. Because of the possibility of the root being intertwined with a nerve, and the curve of the root of the tooth, he had to be very delicate with how that part of the tooth was taken out. He thought he may have had to leave that final piece in, as he did not want to risk the potential of facial paralysis, but then he tried once more and was able to remove the piece, without touching the nerve.
I opened my eyes again. There was more blood. I also saw him with a little fish hook looking needle and thread, ready to stitch up my mouth. I got about 12 stitches. What an ordeal that was. By the time they were done, I was a drooling, bloody mess, a little less wiser, two teeth short, and a much lighter purse. That was not how I had expected my Monday to turn out.
All in all, the procedure was successful. I am still in pain, though it’s the pain of healing. I am doped up on pain killers and anti-biotics, to get me sanely through the next couple of days. Solid food is no longer my enemy, though I still have to avoid several things for at least another week. Thank God it’s Friday. I needed the weekend to come so badly, because throughout my ordeal, I was unable to take any time off work, so I had to suffer through the pain, with more dignity than I should have. Such is life I guess. I’m just glad I was able to make it through the extraction, without complication.