Ola ladies and gents!
I'm not as perky as my introduction says that I am...I'm pretty sleepy in spite of the fabulous night of sleep I received last night. This is a recap of the events that occured yesterday for my BIG appointment.
I check in, begin to sweat just a little, and take my seat
I realize I left my extraction request at home
I walk to the receptionist and begin asking what I should do if...
I'm called back before the words leave my mouth
The assistant asks me an important question "I have an important question. Do you have the paper you received from your Orthodontist stating which teeth we are supposed to pull?"
Oh Crap again!
I respond: "I left it at home (insert sad puppy eye face here), but the teeth to pull are the ones without the brackets."
The assitant responds "Uh oh, come with me."
By this time I'm sweating a little more.
A call was made to my Ortho's office who's a part of the chain my dentist works at. They were going to fax the paper work and the wait is on!
All this excitement makes me need to tinkle before I get my teeth pulled. Not to mention I'm sweating and shaking now.
A doc comes over and says they don't have my extraction request on file, AND I was supposed to receive one from the doc.
WHAT?!?! Then she asks me if I want to speak with them. You dawg gone skippy I do!
After some yelling and telling the lady at my Ortho's office that Camel Cowboy didn't make a copy of my extraction request and having them grill me everytime I went in to get the stupid teeth pulled she tells me to go over too their office to get ANOTHER extraction request.
WHAT?! I'm on public transport but it's up the street and I might be able to do it. I get off the phone. One of the receptionists is trying to reschedule my appointment
What?! I told her I really want to get this done and over with today so...She gets my doctor
My doc looks in my mouth and sees the teeth that are to be removed and...HE OKAYS ME! YES!!!!!!!! Oh wow! This is really going to happen at this point. So I pay for my teeth and am sent back to the room but a patient is in the chair "HURRAY!" By this point, I just want to get this over. I was sweating, frustrated, nervous, and I had a headache at this point.
I sit back down in the payment area. My bladder was doing some overtime because I had to tinkle AGAIN!
As soon as I step out of the restroom the assistants tell me to grab my stuff because they have a spot saved for me. I'm now officially scared, sweating profusely and shaking.
Some other doctor got my numbing meds administered
My doc check the site again to see which teeth to pull again and to check out how numb I am. I ask "Am ah shupposh tah feehl da woof uh mah mouf?"
He says no and says "I'm gonna give you something else on top of what we just gave you."
He pulls out some weird looking device and sticks it on the inner part of my mouth. I didn't feel much until he went to the right side where it burned a little.
The doc proceeds to yank on my teeth, not a good deal. I told him it didn't feel too hot and he numbed it some more. It must've been in their pretty good because he got an assistant and did a little drilling.
The doc knows I'm really numb now and did a little loosening on each side.
After some more pressurized yanking and my doc saying "You're too calm."
I guess I should've panicked a little more
then...Surprise! Number 12 comes out. I say "Was that it?"
Wondering why it hurt more for him to wiggle it than to dislodge it.
Surprise again! Number 5 popped right on out.
After the run down on what to do from the assitant I grab my things and head out to the waiting room. I was contemplating if I should call someone to get me until I walked out into the waiting room. Geez! Everyone's head turned like I had called them individually. The worst part is I couldn't feel my upper lip and thought my upper lip may have resembled The Joker's from the Batman Movie that was made in the 90's. Was that Jack Nicholson who did that one? I think so...Anywho. This adorable young one kept staring at me. I wouldn't have felt so bad if I could give her a real smile. Instead I was only able to make my eyes and bottom lip smile. That must've looked ridiculously special
. I decided to catch the public transport home and waited outside on the information line for about 9 mins until the bus came. My fingers were froze and my face wouldn't move in certain spots. I was NOT a happy camper. Not to mention I feared drooling. I tried my very best not to look at anyone and when I got off the bus I covered my face with a scarf (great idea!) I went to the store to get some ibuprofen for when the drugs wore off and some blistex because it was a dollar and headed home. I get home cleaned and tried to take the gauze out to put some clean gauze in. I thought my gums bled alot with my flossing incident. Boy was I wrong! My dentist's office calls it oozing I call it I need 911 before I bleed to death. I shoved some more gauze in the gaping hole on each side and left it there the whole night while I slept.
In spite of some very minor discomfort and the strange way missing teeth feel, I made it out just fine. Now if only the holes would close at the speed of light...I'm gonna try not to smile for weeks! That's all for today's incredibly long post!
Happy 4th Month Lower Row!!!