Almosty posted this as "Sorry for th Dealy". Anyways, I've been afk from the computer for most of the weekend, I went to the Dentist on Sunday (Yes, Easter, amazing huh?). I've had this pain in my right lower side of my jaw, that I know is from this cracked tooth I've had. Cracked? Yes, about a year ago (I distinctively rememeber I got it when I was driving back down from Northern California while visiting a friend's graduation), where I was eating a starburst and then suddenly ...
"wow ... why is my starburst crunchy?" I thought to myself... yeah, I'm sure you can all put 1 and 1 together. It was my wisdom tooth, lower right side.
The tooth was growing in sideways (horizontally) into the tooth next to it. The pain (which I figured out, because the pain was occasional and not constant) was because the nerve had a lot of pressure pushed onto it, from being pressed against another tooth, and because the tooth was growing in side ways... oh, and from being half a tooth, and very very rotten. See, having half a tooth makes it easy to get food, and germs stuck in there, no matter how much you brush. "A tooth is like a tire, if there's a hole, you gotta fix it right away, don't wait until it's completely flat." says my doctor, and I didn't disagree, but I agree more than I did before.
It had to go, there was no saving it. The x-rays showed that it was not 'bad', but into the 'very bad' part. Horrible perhaps. Anyways, He said this should have been taken care of when I first got the tooth cracked/broken. I couldn't because at that time, I was having a dramatic life (Drama 1.1 below). This wasn't going to be a simple "sleep then wake up" ordeal, oh god no, has life ever been that kind to me? I think not.
First, it was Sunday, Easter Sunday, so nobody was working. The doctor was only in as a favor to a freind of my mom's church group. They're all really nice and I guess since it's Sunday, Easter Sunday, it was ok in his book. The office was nice, didn't look like a shed with steak knives as tools, it was a nice large, wholesome looking office, felt homely.
The x-rays also said that my 3 other teeth need to be pulled, my wisdom teeth in the other corners. *cries* This is what happens when you neglect yourself your whole life (see drama 1.2 below). Those'll be taken care of another. For now, the immediate problem is clear. I had to go under the knife.
Yes, 'dental surgery'. See, for wisdom teeth, it's a common procedure, and I didn't know that. I thought he was going to gas me, and I'll wake up instantly, and have had the teeth removed. Oh, how very wrong I was. I was awake for the whole thing. He did drug me up with novacaine though (I think that's what it was, and I think that's how you spell it, I was too preoccupied with the operation to try to remember such things).
Here's where it gets a bit 'graphic'. This section is not for the following people to read:
* People who hate needles
* People who hate dentists
* People who hate dentist needles
* People who hate blood
* People who
HATE clowns
READ AT YOUR OWN DISCOMFORT
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First, he got a cotton swab and rubbed the inside of my mouth, the right side, with a pink gel. It was (I assume) a dissinfectant, and it was tastey. Ahh, technology. Anyways, afterwards, he grabbed a needle that was crooked, like _/ Like that, I'm sure it was designed that way, not bent on accident. You know, better angle to inject drugs into me. He had to inject it into my gums, and cheek, and for the gums, I felt a sharp pressure, slight pain. He did this 2 or 3 times, each time the pressure lessened, the pain dissapated. He then did it to my cheek too, but he couldn't jab the needle into my cheek so he held my cheek with one hand and gently shook it, I guess you could say, letting the needle pierce into it without putting pressure with the needle.
Then, after injecting me probably close to 10 times, he grabbed a tool (I was staring at the cieling, trying NOT to concentrate on the details) and started applying pressure to it and he asked if it hurt and, my god yes, it did. He was nice though, "That's ok, we're just going to have to inject more pain killers into you." And boy, that he did. We did this maybe 10 times (each time consisting of 5 or 6 injections and another "does this hurt" check). Between each one, I had to get up and spit into the sink, and there was blood. Good ammount of blood.
Then the drilling. Ahh, the world famous dentist's drill. Horrifyng to hear, terrifying to experience. I didn't see exactly what he was doing, because I was, as I said, starting into the cieling, trying to fight the urge to punch him in the face and run for my life. Not that I hated him, but I was afraid I'd do something I'd regret. He drilled, slowly at first, I could hear the drill spin, pick up speed, spin spin faster faster. The pain. My god, I've never felt such pain in my life. It was a pain that struck me to the core of my very being. I screamed out, but he didn't stop. It was one of those "just a little more and it'll be over, better than stopping and having to do this whole thing again". I didn't hold a grudge, he was doing his job, he was nice and I liked him.
He was cutting off the nerve, it was exposed, and he had to take care of it. I understood what I was in for, but I didn't expect to cry. It was a strange feeling really, crying out in pain, tears streaming down my cheek, a silent crying, for he was in my mouth performing an operation. I couldn't cry, but I was. Part of me thought "No way, I can't be crying," but another part was overjoyed that I could still cry. I wanted to cry, tears of joy, and tears of pain, but ... well more so wanting to cry tears of joy. I'm very morbid, and damn if it doesn't fuck me up. I thought about Tasha, and how if I died here, how much it would hurt her. It made me cry more, I wanted to bawl but I couldn't. I thought about wanting to call her, to tell her how I feel, to hold her hand in the procedure, and to hold her. He stopped, he let me up, my god, I coughed, my breathing was irregular, fast, short breaths. I couldn't stop shaking, I couldn't breathe. I spit out the blood, saliva, puss, whatever else there was. I sat there... shaking ... trying to calm down, to think about nothing.
*sigh* after about a minute, I'm calm enough to go back. I layed down, and he kept pumping me full of pain killers, he said something like, more than 10 CCs of it, I don't have any idea how much that is, anyone want to help me with that? Then he said "I'm actually going to have to cut your gums, and cut the tooth in half for this procedure." *sweatdrop* Irk? ... ok ... ok ... Well, he starts cutting, and I can hear it, I feel pressure, but no pain. I look up, gripping the chair, focusing on looking at nothing.
I could feel everything, but it didn't hurt. Has anyone ever seen saw? The beginning where the (spoilers?) girl cuts open the guy, in the first 15 minutes of the movie.(end spoilers?). I wonder if that's what they meant. I could feel the crushing of the teeth, the whirling of the drill, air pressing against my flesh from it. Cracking, crunch, a piece or two breaks off, I feel the tooth crumbling, pieces sitting in my mouth, trying not to swallow them. Crack. Crack. A piece breaks off again, he grabs the plyers (spelling?), and begins to tug. I feel no pain, but I efel the resistance, my jaw was locked in an open position from holding it like that so long, but I felt him pull it out, I didn't look, but I felt a void of pressure where there was resistance, I felt a lack of something, but not being able to feel, I just felt slightly empty. Then, again, another pull, again, I felt it, felt nothing. But it was almost over, my eyes red, watery, I haven't cried in so long, it felt so good.
The process (from beginning to end) was probably 45 min. He took out the back two teeth, felt nothing, but the bleeding. Well, I didn't feel the bleeding, I felt the blood filling my mouth. I would have to spit every 30 seconds or so, or swallow. I didn't want that. He gave me a pack of linnen-like cotton cloth, and I as to hold and bite down on them.
The pain was only that one time, those few moments, couldn't have been more than 4 seconds, but it was a very long 4 seconds... Ok, so the clowns part I just threw in, there were no clowns involved with this story at all, but for those of you who didn't read it (funny, because only those who did read it would be seeing this), you're all paranoid about "what the fuck, a clown in the dentist office?!"
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Drama 1.1 - I was at a point in my life where I was about to leave home due to circumstances beyond my control... Yes, of course I'm talking about my mother, thanks Freud.
Drama 1.2 - "Give up on emotions, fear, pain, anger, happyness. These are weaknesses that will only control you, don't let them." - I use to think like that, because of drama growing up, it was easier to feel nothing, than anything.