So, I had my dentist appointment this morning and have come home with four (relatively) newly drilled teeth and the top half of my face feeling like it is slowly sliding off my skull.
I got there right about 9 this morning, and almost immediately they shoved a needle the size of a harpoon into the upper gums on my right side, and then did the same to the upper gums on my left side. I waited the obligatory few minutes for the numbness to take effect, and then the dentist started to drill. My eyes flying open and a whimper indicated to him that perhaps he hadn’t used enough Novocain. (He said my "high cheek bones" made it necessary for me to receive more Novocaine. Whatever, just give me the damn shot and get it over with!) I got a second injection on the right side, then drilling commenced in earnest on the two teeth on that side. Those were supposedly the easy ones as they were extremely old fillings that needed to be replaced. Nonetheless, it took about an hour.
When he started drilling on the first of the two teeth on the left side, I hollered and jumped out of the chair. He rather quickly realized that by that time the original shot from about an hour before was starting to wear off. Yep, another shot was administrated.
Have I mentioned that I hate dentists? I like the individual who is my dentist, but as a whole I have very negative and extreme feelings about anyone and everyone who works in a dentist office. It seems that if they aren't gouging my teeth, they're gouging my pocket book.
I’m seriously thinking about finding a dentist who is closer to me, and who will knock me out whenever ANYTHING needs to be done inside my mouth. From cleanings to fillings, and anything else, I would VERY MUCH prefer to be blissfully unaware of the whole ordeal.
I got home around noon, and was starved. I had been so worked up before my appointment that I couldn’t eat this morning, and I was looking for anything to eat that did not involve chewing. Fortunately there was a large bowl of left over couscous in the fridge, so I indulged in a food that didn’t in any way, shape or form need to touch my teeth in order to be eaten.
My pain from today should subside about the time I get the pain from the bill that will be coming for the work done today. Isn't that always the way it goes?
Now, I’m ready for a nap. Everything from this morning has left me exhausted!