Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Not As Planned

Today I was going to get up and kick butt!  I had planned a long overdue day in the studio and was really looking forward to it.


Last night, before bed, I had a toothache.  I've had a toothache in that spot, that comes and goes, for quite some time.  One of my wisdom teeth had a cavity and it seemed no one would treat it, because "It's a wisdom tooth, it'll just need to come out anyway."  Well, it's been hurting,more and more.  So at a checkup last week, I was put in to have a consult with the oral surgeon here, to make a plan to get it out.

Apparently it didn't want to wait.

I woke up at 1am, in tears, feeling like someone had stabbed me in the jaw.  I knew what it was.

So began an ordeal that ended about an hour ago, when said crumbling wisdom tooth finally said, "I'm out!" and got yanked out of my mouth.

This was NOT how I had planned today to start.

Not to mention, the oral surgeon?  Yeah, he's gone right now, so there was no knockout.  I had to be awake for the whole thing - my worst fears coming true.

I have extreme anxiety and fear with dentist visits.  I've had people dismiss it and say to me, "Oh, no one likes going there"  For me it's not just that I don't like it.  I cry, shake, my heart races, I make myself sick, before, during, and after.  I've had a lot of bad experiences over the years, the recurring thing being that they can't ever seem to get me numb.  Not even for a filling or something routine.  So how in the world, I've always asked myself, would anyone ever get me numb enough to PULL a tooth with me awake and not have me jump out of the chair and run away screaming in agony??

Well, they did it.  I'm ashamed to say I made a fool of myself with the crying and all that mess, until about halfway through when I realized: I wasn't dying, I really could NOT feel any pain, and I just might survive.  (Then the crying dropped to a whimper...)

This might have actually been my first good dentist visit - and it was for the "horror" that I'd long feared.  Wisdom teeth/tooth out, no sedation...

Still...  NOT what I had planned for today...

I think I'll start my recovery with some Netflix and chill.

And cross-stitch.


  1. Oh you poor thing! Give yourself some TLC and spoil yourself.

  2. I feel for you. There was a point when every time I flew on an airplane I ended up with a dental crisis. We're talking 8 pm Saturday night at the dental clinic with misbehaving abscess, holiday break in the ER, and so on. I don't know if it's kosher to quote one's own blog, but I posted about it. A Lot. Wishing you good luck & speedy recovery.

  3. When I was a kid I always imagined the dentist chair to be a torture device and someone would be coming in to break out a huge set of pliers and start yanking out my teeth, all the while screaming in laughter! After a few visits I realized this wasn't the case and I'd be okay,