Four wisdoms out. That was IT?
Since this site helped me immensely in preparing for my wisdom tooth extraction I want to post my story here in thanks. It's long, so if you just want reassuring bits you can skip straight to the end!
My story started about a year ago. I had been having some pain in my upper right jaw and I thought I felt something going on in my wisdom tooth so I went to the dentist to have it checked out. "Yep," he said. "You have a rather large cavity there." Crap. "So... Can I have it filled...?" I said in what must have been the most pathetic voice ever. "No, we usually have them extracted. But don't worry! You'll be out like a light for it all!"
Great. So I'll be doped up while some surgeon roots around in my mouth? The thought of that didn't help at all. See, I'm a control freak. I've never been drunk in my life and I hate even being tipsy because I dislike losing self control. While the thought of being sedated may comfort some people, to me it was absolutely TERRIFYING. I immediately started fantasizing the worst about the procedure.
The first surgeon I went to didn't make me feel any more comfortable. He was very brusque and never smiled and seemed to be at a loss with my nerves. He essentially gave me a list of all the horrible things that could go wrong, took me to tears, and then sent in the financial manager to explain how much the torture/possible loss of life/limb/all happiness would set me back. I left the office hyperventilating and in tears.
After a lot of thought I decided to cancel the extraction appointment with him. My reasoning was that I didn't want to patronize someone with whom I didn't feel comfortable: $2,000+ is a huge amount of money and I wanted to give it to someone who earned it.
So in the year from then to now I had a large amount of dental work done, including a root canal, so I got to be pretty blase about injections and the like. (I had taken poor care of my teeth while working overseas. Damn you Japan and your sugary coffee... Never again will I slack on dental hygiene or put off x-rays and checkups! Plus I switched dentists- I blame my previous one for scaring me by not sufficiently numbing my mouth.)
Meanwhile my upper right wizzie was decaying badly. I had intermittent REALLY REALLY BAD toothache and, a few months ago, the entire thing cracked in half leaving a pointy edge that abraded my cheek. Isn't it funny how we can tolerate all this pain just to avoid some pain we perceive coming in the future? I'm sure all of you here know what I was going through this year. The thought of the unavoidable surgery was hanging over my head always. I'd lie up at night thinking about it. I must have wore out the patience of my family and friends hashing out all the things I thought would happen. (Even though every single person I talked to said the procedure was no freakin' big deal I still was terrified.) Basically, I felt like I was living out time before I was due to be executed.
So: a few months ago I had a dental checkup (all clear! yay!) and he really pushed me to get the teeth out by my next appointment, which is this June. That pressure and me finally getting fed up with not being able to chew properly properly, sick of the stress and fear, pushed me to make an appointment with a new surgeon. I first booked with a doc who wasn't board certified, but after a little thought switched to one that my father had seen and liked, and who was certified, even though the wait was longer. The only info on the Internet that seemed to say your docs should be board certified came from the boards themselves, but I figured it couldn't hurt. (I had this thought in my head: what if the reason this guy's so easy to get an appointment with is that NO ONE WANTS TO SEE HIM???)
So I saw Dr. L a few weeks ago. He was friendly but a little distracted, because he had a patient waiting in the next room over. The assistant wasn't very friendly, either, which I didn't like. But overall I liked him a lot more than the first guy, so I made my appointment. He said my teeth were pretty straightforward. The top two were fully erupted and would slide out easily, and the bottom two were partial bony impactions and might need a little digging, but he assured me that if they needed drilling in the bone that this would actually make recovery time easier. I also asked if the fact that one was halfway broken would make his job more difficult and he said no.
Cut to Tuesday. You're not supposed to eat or drink for eight hours prior to the appointment, but for me it was more like twelve so I woke up with a massive headache and grouchy beyond belief from hunger and thirst. Even though I'm 29, both parents were kind enough to escort me to my appointment, although my father used it as an excuse to take a trip to the hardware store. Thanks, Mom and Dad! My family is big on gallows humor, so I on the way there I joked that it would be worth the risk to eat a bagel even though I might choke on my vomit.
I arrived 10 minutes before my time and filled out the form absolving them of any potential injury. I was pleased to note that Death wasn't on the list. Then I waited. For like half an hour. A lady sitting next to me had awful powdery perfume on so I couldn't breathe deeply, but I didn't want to leave the room either. I did see a lady walking out of the surgery kind of unsteadily but not looking traumatized, which comforted me a bit.
I was actually so eager to get the whole damn thing over with that by the time the surgical assistant called my name I stood up and practically cheered. She showed me to a room that looked like any other dentist's room with a little more machinery. I got hooked up to an EKG (two leads to the chest and one on the stomach), an auto-inflating blood pressure machine, and a finger heart rate monitor. This beeped out loud and since my heart was up at 120 BPM it drove me crazy with the noise. She asked me my height and weight, asked if I had an escort home, and when the last time I ate was. Then she let me stew until the doctor came in.
He asked me how I was doing and I said, "Well, I've been better." He said he hears that a lot and that he had my heart rate up pretty high. Really quickly he adjusted the headrest on the chair, leaned me back, stuck a wedge between my teeth to prop them open, and had me stick out my arm for the IV. Now, I'm not a needle-phobe, but the stick wasn't bad. He also stuck a rubber oxygen mask over my nose that I fancy made me look like a Star Trek alien. So I was there thinking my best "chill out" thoughts when I heard him say "Now we'll make you sleepy," and tell the assistant to give so and so many CCs of Versed. I immediately smelled/tasted a rush of chemicals to the nose and became heavy in the limbs. I actually said "Whee!" because I was so thrilled to be on the edge of sedation but not be freaking out like I fantasized.
Basically, all my fears came from being terrified of struggling within the sedation. It seemed too much like death to me. Like, I imagined being drugged up and fighting against it and being scared and wanting OUT but having no escape. I was also nervous about the aftermath, and feeling nauseated or loopy and losing self control. I am happy to report it wasn't like that at all! Seriously, I'd do it again tomorrow if I had to.
This is what happened: I remember him giving me two injections, one in the top and bottom of the left side. Then I was sitting upright with cotton in my mouth, fully alert, in no pain or fear, and the doctor was handing me my teeth.
I've heard it described as missing time, but I wouldn't even say that. Missing time implies that there was something to be missed. It was like that 45 minutes had never existed. I thought that this sensation of coming to would be strange and fearful, but it wasn't at all! Literally, like every other story on here, it was like the procedure happened in the blink of an eye. I had given myself panic attacks for nothing! It was nothing like sleep in that I wasn't even aware I'd been out and there was no "drifting" or dreaming. I remember nothing that happened after the first injections.
I had seen all the videos on YouTube about teens going crazy in the recovery room and panicked about whether that was going to happen to me. Nope! My mom was brought in and I was alert, but a little sleepy, as the assistant explained the recovery. Not babbling like a lunatic.
I felt good enough afterwards to take a trip to Sam's Club for my prescription and some soft foods. I was groggy, like I had taken some Benadryl, but otherwise perfectly fine. Then we stopped at Burger King for a milkshake which gave me no end of trouble with my numb mouth and I went home for a nap. Two hours later I woke up feeling great. Seriously, I would have gone for a run if I wasn't afraid of losing the stitches. The only minor thing was that I was still bleeding and had to change the cotton a few times. I didn't fill the prescription for the Percocet, and only took the 600 mg of ibuprofen, which worked for me.
So two days in and the only discomfort I have had is a slight jaw ache. I had braces and that ordeal was infinitely more uncomfortable than the recovery. My toothache was thousands of times worse than the whole procedure. Basically, it's on the same inconvenience level as a minor cold. Heck, I'd rather have my wisdom teeth out again than go through the awkwardness that a visit to the gyno involves!
Overall I'm so glad I decided to do it. The day of surgery was actually a great day: I felt a little like a hero for being so brave, I got rid of the nagging fear that's been haunting me for a year, my teeth are now perfectly healthy and pain-free, and I got to eat ice cream and take a nap and have people baby me a little!
Are you still frightened? Don't be! Why?
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It's literally the shortest dental visit you'll ever have. All of the freaky scary "dental stuff" is done in that period that gets erased from your life so the worst you have to deal with is sitting in the chair for a few minutes.
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Everything you've heard about IV sedation is true. I didn't believe it myself. I was SURE I would be the one person to have a reaction and run screaming in fear from the room. But no, it worked. Funny, that.
3.
Rotten teeth suck. Having them out is awesome.
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You will feel SO GREAT when it's all over. The relief was amazing. Almost worth the months of terror. Well, not really.
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The recovery isn't that bad. You won't be waking up in pain because your mouth is numb. You might have more discomfort that I had but I'd call it that: discomfort, not acute pain. Medicine and rest helps.
Thanks for listening, and I hope I helped! If you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them because I know how scary it can all seem.
You can do it! 