September 25, 2007

  • Back From the Dentist

    Okay . . . so, I'm a "talking dental head" - it's official.

    I never fell asleep, I never stopped talking, I drummed my fingers on the armrests, I clicked my shoes together, I think I kicked a few times, and heaved great sighs a lot.  I WAS a cooperative patient until he mention "ROOT CANAL"!!!!!!!!!!!  I told him he couldn't do that.  He asked why.  I reminded him I'm afraid.  He said lets just check and see once I get in there what needs to be done.  And, before I knew it, I'd had a root canal with some minor pain. It was similar to the needle they use to numb you  - but less intense and quickly over.

    I asked him what was wrong with me that I required so much medication and still didn't shut up.  He called it high anxiety.  He said a little old lady came in last week and had tons of Halcion, but talked the whole time.  The difference between her and I was that she didn't know what she was saying and remembered nothing.  I, on the other hand, was cognitive and, when I couldn't talk (because they had propped my mouth open) reverted to using sign language.  I literally spelled M-O-M in sign language because that's a word you can't say with your mouth wide open!  The dental tech's mom and I used to work together at a hospital.

    Oh boy! 

    Anyway, he said I was getting much better at handling the dental trips, but he'd give me ALL Halcion when I came back in for my crown.  Today was $900 and the crown will be $800.  Guess I'll just go pick what I need from the money tree in the backyard!

    Anyway, I survived and didn't need to worry about waking up from all the drugs because I haven't been to sleep yet.

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