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Tuesday, April 16th, 2002 12:27 pm
I just had a dental appointment. Three cavities: two on the upper left, one on the lower left, all to be dealt with in this appointment. An hour and a quarter from arrival to finish.

The left side of my mouth droops just a bit (darned anesthetic), my left cheek is lightly flushed, and the fillings are done. The one on the lower part was first and apparently deep; when she went to drill the first upper one, my hand went up immediately (their signal for 'stop that!') because I felt it way too much, as a sharp sting, on first contact.

Yes, indeedy, the anesthetic for the upper wore off. Which means that instead of three jabs in three locations, I got five jabs in four locations (as she extended the reach of the upper anesthetic and renewed it). Just ducky.

Other than that it went pretty well, till I was getting up to leave and she said she hoped the lower one didn't end up needing a root canal.

Yeah, apparently it was very deep. Thanks for the cheery thought, ma'am - I hope it doesn't too.

All in all, not a fun day. I signed out till 1 pm so I'm home to have some soup (safer than something I have to chew, given I still can't entirely feel my cheek).

Stupid teeth.
Tuesday, April 16th, 2002 01:50 pm (UTC)
I hate going to the dentist. However nice they are, I'm always convinced they're vicious and incompetent sadists who will cause me distress and agony. I should probably get over that, although I admit I'd be much happier if they could just put me out in the waiting room, do whatever they need to do, and wake me up two hours later with a soft drink or something. :)

When I had my wisdom teeth out, I was fully sedated (thank god), and I ended up living on Frosties from wendys for three days until I could open my mouth wide enough to chew something.

Teeth are a pain.
Tuesday, April 16th, 2002 02:42 pm (UTC)
I just finished six months of nigh-unto weekly visits to the dentist to repair about 8 years worth of neglect. My dentist, and most importantly, his dental assistant are, I'm convinced, Godsends. Three root canals, three crowns, and 11 fillings later...Yeah, there was a bit of discomfort, but there were also times I didn't know the dentist was even in my mouth, like the first root canal. I went in -panicked- about it. I was petrified. So I closed my eyes, got numb, and then, half an hour or so later of listening to the dentist and assistant's cheerful banter back and forth, I realized he was -done-. The absolute worst part of the whole process was having the icky purple stuff in my mouth to do the impression for the crown. That stuff is NASTY.

I can sympathize with ear numbness. It's...odd. Have you ever had your nose numbed, though? Weird. Very weird. Feel better soon
Wednesday, April 17th, 2002 09:55 am (UTC)
Sympathies on the anasthetic situation. I've been there and done that. Basically, it takes about twice as much to get me numb as it takes for most people. As a child, I couldn't get the dentists to believe me, but now that I'm an adult they actually do listen, thank goodness.