Dentist - Take 1

Well after working up the courage and being all brave, I am now back from the Dentist and EVERYTHING IS THE FRIGGING SAME. Wisdom tooth is still nicely impacted, pain is still excruciating and I am so over it.

My stupid mouth refused to go numb, even after 5 needles of anaesthetic, the absolute most that I could be given.

Duane took the afternoon off to take me, fully expecting it to be taken out and then after a few days of recovering it would all be fine. We got there at 11.30, I put my plastic bib on and then the first needle went in. The first one hit a bit of bone and I felt the dentist move it around a little, not too painful - just uncomfortable. Still not numb, so he went again and again. My bottom lip was supposed to be definitely numb by this stage, but NOT AT ALL.

All of a sudden my left eye started twitching. I tried to stop it but it just kept on going. The dentist noticed and asked if my heart was racing, yes it was pounding and beating so fast. He explained that in each needle was adrenaline and that was causing all the side effects. Needle number 4 was jabbed in, still not going numb. At this stage my left cheek started raising really high, and I couldn't bring it down. The dentist was starting to get a little concerned and told me to slow down my breathing to help metabolise the adrenalin. He asked me to close my eyes, breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. Well I tried to close my eyes, but at this stage my right eye would not close.

I was starting to get a little nervous. There I was with my swollen jaw, right cheek permanently raised, left eye twitching away, the right one wide open and my heart beating faster and faster. I started getting sweaty and not sure if I wanted to vomit or pass out. The dentist had a poke around inside my mouth trying to work out if it was going numb or not, but I could feel everything that he was doing.

He said then that he would give me a break, 10 minutes to see how I was reacting to everything. Duane and I stayed in the room and by this stage I didn't know if I was going to pass out or throw up - I ended up doing neither. My cheek & eyes were still going crazy, and then I got the giggles. My face was twitching away and I couldn't stop laughing. The dentist asked me a few time how I was feeling but I couldn't stop giggling.

One last try. The 5th needle went in. Then he tried to touch my wisdom tooth with that stupid pointed hook thing. I could have punched him in the face right then, the pain shot through my body like a hot knife. He realised then that it probably wasn't going to be numbed, so we would try for another day.

The dentist was a bit puzzled as to why it didn't work. He thinks maybe it was the infection that was prohibiting the anaesthetic from doing it's thing? Or maybe it was my body metabolising it too quickly or not being able to handle it. He did say that the anaesthetic that worked on parts of my face wouldn't wear off for another 4 hours or so. Well it didn't, it only took about 1/2 hour to have feeling back again, and for an hour for it to be all back to normal (including being able to feel the intense pain of the infection again too).

So if tomorrow the pain has settled we can try again on Friday, if not it will be Monday. It better bloody stop hurting or I really am going to smash my face with a hammer.

Now that everything has wore off, other pains are starting up. My jaw is sore, no doubt from the numerous needles. My throat is sore, I am guess from the needles and maybe from swallowing some of the anaesthetic. My jaw is even more swollen, but now it's down under the jaw and aching as well.

So yes I am very pissed off at the moment. I can normally look for the positive in things but there is absolutely nothing positive about today. I still have a very painful mouth/jaw with no end in sight to that stopping, actually it's probably worse than before. I'm feeling anxious about the next attempt, worried that the anaesthetic won't work again - and then what?

I've lost my time, money, courage and yet I still am in bloody intense pain.

Oh, and to top of my lovely day I flashed my FIL.

The Il's were over watching the kids whilst I was have a blast of a time at the dentist. They left, we all said our goodbyes and I went into the bedroom to get changed. I stripped down to my bra and undies, went into the bathroom to reapply some much needed deodrant. Just as I was crossing the hall back to my bedroom, I looked up and straight into the eye of my FIL. Seems he had left something behind and came back to pick it up. I raced into the bedroom and collapsed in a heap of embarrassment. He hurried back out the door, probably redder than me. I was wearing a lovely flesh coloured maternity bra, which probably at first glance made me look completely topless.

Great, what a way to top the day! My sypathetic husband couldn't get anything out, what with all the laughing and snorting. Idiot.