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Osprey
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- Joined
- Oct 25, 2012
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- edge of the pacific northwest, usa
So, yep. Have an appointment on Thursday to have my lower left, half gone, wisdom tooth lifted out. Yay.
Found out from the tech/hygienist that they do use the topical numbing stuff. She even told me that I would have more chair time waiting to get numb than I would have w/ the Dr. actually in my mouth. I am going to have to re-iterate with them that my main issue with this is fear of the unknown, not necessarily specifically fear of 'anything that's going to be done to me'.
Was already to go by myself, because, believe it or not, I'm better able to keep my poop in a group if I go alone and know that I only have myself to fall back on if I get wigged out. Finally got the courage to tell hubby that I had made an appointment (because letting this info slip to someone makes me accountable and therefore I have to go.) He asked me what time and all, and promptly declared that he was taking me to this appointment. Grr. Don't get me wrong, it's a very sweet thing to offer, however, I wanted to take me. He did say 'just for this first one, until we know how you're going to react'. Harrumph!
Am trying to stay in a positive, let's get this done so I can chew on both sides of my mouth again without pain, frame of mind, but all the unknowns are knotting up my stomach a bit. Especially the sounds and potential sounds: Popping, Cracking, the spit sucker...*shudder*. This dang tooth had better 'slide right out' like the doc said it would.
Found out from the tech/hygienist that they do use the topical numbing stuff. She even told me that I would have more chair time waiting to get numb than I would have w/ the Dr. actually in my mouth. I am going to have to re-iterate with them that my main issue with this is fear of the unknown, not necessarily specifically fear of 'anything that's going to be done to me'.
Was already to go by myself, because, believe it or not, I'm better able to keep my poop in a group if I go alone and know that I only have myself to fall back on if I get wigged out. Finally got the courage to tell hubby that I had made an appointment (because letting this info slip to someone makes me accountable and therefore I have to go.) He asked me what time and all, and promptly declared that he was taking me to this appointment. Grr. Don't get me wrong, it's a very sweet thing to offer, however, I wanted to take me. He did say 'just for this first one, until we know how you're going to react'. Harrumph!
Am trying to stay in a positive, let's get this done so I can chew on both sides of my mouth again without pain, frame of mind, but all the unknowns are knotting up my stomach a bit. Especially the sounds and potential sounds: Popping, Cracking, the spit sucker...*shudder*. This dang tooth had better 'slide right out' like the doc said it would.