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Here's my little L-O-L story.
My dentists are super heroes.
That's what I think anyway. As you guys know I had my first IV sedation 2 weeks ago for a surgical extraction of a molar. If you didn't catch that thread - it went fabulous. I know, I know - how can that be considered anything but awful or maybe just a lukewarm "it was okay". And your experience may be entirely different from mine. For me it was a peaceful feeling and I was given an amnesic drug while coming out of the sedation so I don't remember a thing about it. Not one. If I said, felt, heard, or did anything I don't remember it. (Not in a struggling to remember way...but more like a comforted unconcerned way. It'd be nice if we could get that over the counter to forget some relationships! Sheesh!) It was the equivalent of being black-out drunk without the hangover. In fact I came-to feeling like a well-amused, bumbling idiot fighting an impulse to have a giggle fit. It wasn't a frightening feeling. I felt like I could move around and such but I was still so "out of it" while recovering. I don't know if it was the sedation or the combination of sedation with other meds or what, but whew.
I should post the video that my designated driver (to take me home after surgery) took of me while I was recovering. I don't even remember the conversation or the video being taken of me. I'm in the chair, completely FADED. Dazed look on my face like someone just woke me up, but I appeared pleasantly drowsy. I was polite and responsive to questions but smiled a lot and said the typical, "I feel sooooooooo gooooooood right now. No really, I feel gooooood. Have you had this? No? Then you don't know. You don't know what you are misssssssing. You don't know, how good...I feel..." and then in a slurry and sleepy voice, "Sssssuperheros. All of 'em. All dentists are ssssssuperheroes". The video continues for a few moments longer with me going, "I'm not a drug user but I want to do that again! Again. Let's do it again. More happy-go-sleepy juice in the little vial. Putz it in mah i-veeeeeee please kay thanks." (yes, that was a complete sentence)
To my DD:
"I want a Slurpee. Can we stop for a Slurpee?" (Icee, whatever you call it in your region of the world. Crushed iced drink.)
"No no - no straws remember?"
"Why you have to be such a dream killer? That'd make me so happy right now. I hope you feel guilty. My mouth is going to hurt like the dickens later and I'm blaming you."
"Me? Not the dentist?"
"You."
"Why?!"
"Because he saved my mouth. We are square in my book. You won't stop for a Slurpee."
"So maybe if I fill your perscriptions you'll forgive me."
".....maybe." LOL, all the while I'm in retrograde.
"You liked me better when you were too terrified to come in to the dentist."
"Totally did but right now you aren't my favorite. Let's get my 'scrips."
We didn't leave for another 20 mins or so until I was good and ready to be carted out in a chair to the car. I can remember the chitchat during those 20 minutes...didn't remember feeling doped-up and happy. Not even in the slightest. I guess the important thing is I kept talking about how I didn't hurt and felt "GREAT" and how thankful I was (apparently it was quite amusing for witnesses).
Lol...so the concern about whether or not I'd actually go and have the surgery after letting myself get spooked and riled up over it; actually turned out to be...certainly a good but funny experience as well. Today though? I go back in for a filling to be done and see another dentist there, and I'm like all shaky and nervous and clammy (forgot to take a valium before I went in). It was a cruddy feeling but I'm determined to keep going. Not every time is going to go so awesome as I want lol.
*face palm*
My dentists are super heroes.
That's what I think anyway. As you guys know I had my first IV sedation 2 weeks ago for a surgical extraction of a molar. If you didn't catch that thread - it went fabulous. I know, I know - how can that be considered anything but awful or maybe just a lukewarm "it was okay". And your experience may be entirely different from mine. For me it was a peaceful feeling and I was given an amnesic drug while coming out of the sedation so I don't remember a thing about it. Not one. If I said, felt, heard, or did anything I don't remember it. (Not in a struggling to remember way...but more like a comforted unconcerned way. It'd be nice if we could get that over the counter to forget some relationships! Sheesh!) It was the equivalent of being black-out drunk without the hangover. In fact I came-to feeling like a well-amused, bumbling idiot fighting an impulse to have a giggle fit. It wasn't a frightening feeling. I felt like I could move around and such but I was still so "out of it" while recovering. I don't know if it was the sedation or the combination of sedation with other meds or what, but whew.
I should post the video that my designated driver (to take me home after surgery) took of me while I was recovering. I don't even remember the conversation or the video being taken of me. I'm in the chair, completely FADED. Dazed look on my face like someone just woke me up, but I appeared pleasantly drowsy. I was polite and responsive to questions but smiled a lot and said the typical, "I feel sooooooooo gooooooood right now. No really, I feel gooooood. Have you had this? No? Then you don't know. You don't know what you are misssssssing. You don't know, how good...I feel..." and then in a slurry and sleepy voice, "Sssssuperheros. All of 'em. All dentists are ssssssuperheroes". The video continues for a few moments longer with me going, "I'm not a drug user but I want to do that again! Again. Let's do it again. More happy-go-sleepy juice in the little vial. Putz it in mah i-veeeeeee please kay thanks." (yes, that was a complete sentence)
To my DD:
"I want a Slurpee. Can we stop for a Slurpee?" (Icee, whatever you call it in your region of the world. Crushed iced drink.)
"No no - no straws remember?"
"Why you have to be such a dream killer? That'd make me so happy right now. I hope you feel guilty. My mouth is going to hurt like the dickens later and I'm blaming you."
"Me? Not the dentist?"
"You."
"Why?!"
"Because he saved my mouth. We are square in my book. You won't stop for a Slurpee."
"So maybe if I fill your perscriptions you'll forgive me."
".....maybe." LOL, all the while I'm in retrograde.
"You liked me better when you were too terrified to come in to the dentist."
"Totally did but right now you aren't my favorite. Let's get my 'scrips."
We didn't leave for another 20 mins or so until I was good and ready to be carted out in a chair to the car. I can remember the chitchat during those 20 minutes...didn't remember feeling doped-up and happy. Not even in the slightest. I guess the important thing is I kept talking about how I didn't hurt and felt "GREAT" and how thankful I was (apparently it was quite amusing for witnesses).
Lol...so the concern about whether or not I'd actually go and have the surgery after letting myself get spooked and riled up over it; actually turned out to be...certainly a good but funny experience as well. Today though? I go back in for a filling to be done and see another dentist there, and I'm like all shaky and nervous and clammy (forgot to take a valium before I went in). It was a cruddy feeling but I'm determined to keep going. Not every time is going to go so awesome as I want lol.
*face palm*
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