I broke a probe.
Jun. 8th, 2004 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quasigeostrophy"You have a ferocious tongue!"
Okay, before you take all that way out of context, realize I went to the dentist this morning. I had to have a crown in one of my back teeth in my lower jaw. I am unusually difficult to numb, especially for work in the lower jaw. Insurance wasn't going to pay for nitrous, and I didn't really want to, either (and I was a little concerned, since I hadn't had it since getting my wisdom teeth removed when I was about twenty, about being able to drive myself home after the appointment), so I decided I would just bear it.
Eight, count 'em, eight shots of lidocaine, one bent dental probe, two broken suction straws, a tired assistant, and a frustrated endodontist later, she decided to go with the nitrous anyway - no charge! My tongue would not relax, and she couldn't drill for very long without the shooting pain. I thought I was going to walk out of there with the arms of the chair permanently in my grip. The nitrous worked well enough I guess - it still hurt like bloody hell but I didn't care as much. I was just starting to feel like I was going to get sick to my stomach, though, when they switched me back to oxygen.
Currently, the right side of my face all the way to my eye feels like it is falling off (remember the routine from Bill Cosby: Himself? - that's it), and I'm a little nauseated. I have just under a third of the pics I started retouching yesterday still to complete, but I've got time to let them slide until I'm feeling better. I'm going to look for some 7-UpTM and vegetate. They let me watch (well, it was on in the background) Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets at the dentist. Maybe I should put something like that in the DVD player...
Okay, before you take all that way out of context, realize I went to the dentist this morning. I had to have a crown in one of my back teeth in my lower jaw. I am unusually difficult to numb, especially for work in the lower jaw. Insurance wasn't going to pay for nitrous, and I didn't really want to, either (and I was a little concerned, since I hadn't had it since getting my wisdom teeth removed when I was about twenty, about being able to drive myself home after the appointment), so I decided I would just bear it.
Eight, count 'em, eight shots of lidocaine, one bent dental probe, two broken suction straws, a tired assistant, and a frustrated endodontist later, she decided to go with the nitrous anyway - no charge! My tongue would not relax, and she couldn't drill for very long without the shooting pain. I thought I was going to walk out of there with the arms of the chair permanently in my grip. The nitrous worked well enough I guess - it still hurt like bloody hell but I didn't care as much. I was just starting to feel like I was going to get sick to my stomach, though, when they switched me back to oxygen.
Currently, the right side of my face all the way to my eye feels like it is falling off (remember the routine from Bill Cosby: Himself? - that's it), and I'm a little nauseated. I have just under a third of the pics I started retouching yesterday still to complete, but I've got time to let them slide until I'm feeling better. I'm going to look for some 7-UpTM and vegetate. They let me watch (well, it was on in the background) Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets at the dentist. Maybe I should put something like that in the DVD player...
