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Oral Surgery: Prologue

If you haven't read this post about how my teeth are incredibly messed up and how I'm getting two removed, I suggest you do that. In that post, I said that my dentist would be removing my teeth and that I wasn't scared because my dentist is totally painless. That is not the case anymore. The case being that my dentist will no longer be taking my two teeth out. An oral surgeon will be. As you can imagine if you read the article you were directed to at the beginning of this entry, I was quite afraid. Some stranger yanking out two of my teeth? What if they do it the wrong way? What if it hurts?

On the way to a meeting with the oral surgeon two days ago, my father told me that I would be able to pick out what anesthetic I wanted. Kind of like picking out a salad. Except more painful. "Um.... Okay. Well, novocain might be less painful but it might not numb as well as a needle pumping stuff right into my blood stream. But I really don't want that."

Why do doctors always have to keep you waiting in their offices forever? While I sat in the oral surgery chair thingy, all sorts of scenarios popped into my head. I thought about that women who had eye surgery done with anesthetic that didn't actually work. And she was also given something that would prevent her from moving. So she couldn't scream because of the horrible pain from the doctor cutting open her eyes or something. What if that happened to me?

The surgeon turned out to be a pretty nice guy. I did get to choose which anesthetic I wanted. I chose local anesthetic with some laughing gas on the side. He said that it would make me kind of giggly with tingling fingers and toes. I think I'm more scared of that than the needle he's going to be putting in my mouth.

August 19, 2005 at 03:26 PM

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