Post by Hauskaz on Apr 4, 2008 7:52:48 GMT -5
This thread will serve to document the events of today. This first post is a preface that will describe the upcoming procedure.
Today's weather could not be better.
It fits the mood of today rather well. Anxiety has set in, as I had expected, making these preceding hours long and arduous. I have been instructed not to eat anything five hours before the operation, and the usual mild hunger has set in as a result, not helping my attitude. Two hours from now, the fun will begin.
For those of you who do not know, I require the removal of my two bottom wisdom teeth because they were academically challenged and decided that they would spin sideways like Patrick driving a vehicle. In March I was shown an x-ray of my teeth, courtesy of the most horrific machine I had ever been subject to. Looking at it was rather funny. At both ends of a row of otherwise-straight teeth laid a sideways mass of enamel failure. If I remember to, I will try to obtain a copy of it for further amusement.
At the same time I saw the x-ray I was informed that I would be gassed for the operation. The chemical was not specified but it will surely be nitrous oxide, or "laughing gas". Despite Josh's unsuccessful confrontation with the sedative, this is the part I look most forward to. Here is an exert of someone's experience with nitrous oxide:
Amazing. I'll have to ask my surgeon where they got their equipment.
With luck, this magical gas should having me tripping major balls.
Of course, the actual procedure isn't going to be nearly as awesome. Bone is going to have to be removed to gain access to the wisdom teeth, which will then likely have to be sliced into chunks while still inside the gum to allow the bone hole to be smaller. This will not be over in a small matter of time. I can only hope floating through space in a rocket car driven by a cowgirl with a huge rack will help pass the time.
Cost of public transit to the operation: $2.75
Cost of the procedure: $1,800.00
Cost of a taxi cab home: ~$15.00
Bleeding all over the fucking place: Priceless
Today's weather could not be better.
It fits the mood of today rather well. Anxiety has set in, as I had expected, making these preceding hours long and arduous. I have been instructed not to eat anything five hours before the operation, and the usual mild hunger has set in as a result, not helping my attitude. Two hours from now, the fun will begin.
For those of you who do not know, I require the removal of my two bottom wisdom teeth because they were academically challenged and decided that they would spin sideways like Patrick driving a vehicle. In March I was shown an x-ray of my teeth, courtesy of the most horrific machine I had ever been subject to. Looking at it was rather funny. At both ends of a row of otherwise-straight teeth laid a sideways mass of enamel failure. If I remember to, I will try to obtain a copy of it for further amusement.
At the same time I saw the x-ray I was informed that I would be gassed for the operation. The chemical was not specified but it will surely be nitrous oxide, or "laughing gas". Despite Josh's unsuccessful confrontation with the sedative, this is the part I look most forward to. Here is an exert of someone's experience with nitrous oxide:
"I started feeling warm all over. The elevator-type music they had on was starting to all sound the same and I could have sworn that they were looping the same song over and over and over. I remember somewhat the dentist coming in and telling me that this is going to be a "Three Martini Cleaning" and asked me if I preferred Strawberry Daiquiri or Pina Colada. The taste of Pina Colada filled my gums and then I saw the needle with the local anesthesia for a second, but he must have decided not to use it because I seriously didn't feel anything. I was already under a nice level buzz from the N20 and I could feel myself relaxing into the chair -- the drugs were finally kicking in. The Pina Colada taste in my mouth made me start thinking of previous Caribbean vacations and next thing I know I faded into sleep.
About a minute later (or at least that's what it felt to me), I started waking up and heard that "Rock the Boat" song AGAIN or was it still the same one that was on when I closed my eyes? I couldn't tell and to be honest, I didn't care. They told me to swish some water in my mouth and spit in the sink thing. It was all kind of blurry, not sure if I made it entirely inside the sink, but they were all very good about it. They let me breathe in some oxygen and some of the buzz started to go away, though I kinda liked it and wished it hadn't."
Amazing. I'll have to ask my surgeon where they got their equipment.
With luck, this magical gas should having me tripping major balls.
Of course, the actual procedure isn't going to be nearly as awesome. Bone is going to have to be removed to gain access to the wisdom teeth, which will then likely have to be sliced into chunks while still inside the gum to allow the bone hole to be smaller. This will not be over in a small matter of time. I can only hope floating through space in a rocket car driven by a cowgirl with a huge rack will help pass the time.
Cost of public transit to the operation: $2.75
Cost of the procedure: $1,800.00
Cost of a taxi cab home: ~$15.00
Bleeding all over the fucking place: Priceless
