And I just got home. I’m sitting here with a huge swab in my mouth, unable to talk.
I’m going through the laborious process of having braces fitted as I planned to have my wisdom teeth out because they have given me jip off and on for years. The last time they did was during Chinese New year when all the dentists were conveniently off work and I had the most painful infection and was screaming for them out.
Well just a few moments ago I was screaming for them to be left in and they were.
I got to the dentist and immediately asked for gas. I asked for gas because I had once been given a local needle before and after five of them I could still feel pain. The dentist refused me a general because of the element of risk and so proceeded to offer injections, once to the upper rear and then once to the lower rear. After a minute or so I wasn’t anaesthetized and so he started on the second, then the third, then the forth until I couldn’t feel my lips or gums any longer. Then the other dentist arived who was going to be pulling my extremely long white westerner wisdom teeth out, and I already know they are much longer than Asians in general so I ask again, “can I have a general anaesthetic please?” to which he responded that it was odd how our western dentists prefer generals over locals, but no I couldn’t have a general anaesthetic. He started on the first of the wisdom teeth and as soon as he put what felt like most of his body weight onto my rear tooth I felt a strong pain in it and signalled with my hand. He pulled out and offered me another needle and asked if I could feel my gums or lips. I couldn’t. He started again. I felt a couple of crunches and was trying my best to manage the pain by tensing up uncontrollably at which point he started shouting at me with frustration. “You have to keep still as I can’t work while you are tensing up.” “RELAX!” He pulls out again and asks me if I feel pain to which I signal a big “YES!” with my hand gestures. Another two shots later and a few minutes to let them take affect, he starts again. Immediate pain again and he flips out shouting again in the hospital dentistry. At this point he was making me so nervous that all I wanted to do was yank all his tools out my mouth and leg it down the hallway, but common sense told me to sit it out and try to let him finish. One more try later and me unable to relax for the pain in my lower jaw he gives up. They pad my mouth to the extent that I can’t talk with all the padding and anaesthetic and then tell me to go and pay for the unfinished work and then once I have done that come back. I did that after sitting for twenty minutes to allow my adrenalin and heart levels to return to a manageable state and then they told me I could apply to the emergency ward for a general anaesthetic and four wisdom teeth to be removed near the end of the month.
Now I’m sitting here unable to eat, but also unable to take my pain killers until after a meal and I’m wondering if the pain will kick in before I can manage to get a pin killer in me.
Fuck me! That’s the scariest moment I have ever had in my life hands down!
I have done some stupid scary things in my time, but I never thought the dentists would beat them.
I even told the dentist that until they had actually started I hadn’t even felt apprehensive about turning up today.
Tune in for the next thrilling instalment after the 22nd which is when I’ll hopefully be fully under counting sheep as they yank all they bloody well wish, unless I die of anaesthetic overdose.