Aloha my quiet readers. This will be my last negative post, I swear. What an ungodly morning I had. Oral surgery. Sounds sexy but it's not. They extracted a tooth, cut open my gums, scraped a bunch of bad stuff away, inserted a bone graph, drilled down the root tips of two teeth and then sewed me back up. Despite the 6 different rounds of injections of Novocaine I received over that two and a half hour period it still hurt a lot. I chanted over and over, 'Pain is an illusion', 'Pain is temporary', then the periodontist would scrape some tool across my exposed jaw bone and a trickle of tears would run down my cheek. "Kill me now!"
Prior to the start of the surgery, after the first round of Novocaine, the nurse asked if I wanted to use the bathroom before they started. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. So I got up, turned around and there, standing right outside the room in a semicircle staring at me was the 2 doctors, endodontist and periodontist, and 4 nurses. 'Are you all waiting on me?' I asked. It was kind of creepy and at that moment, seeing all those people there it sunk in that this was no regular dentist visit! I went to the bathroom and thought, "Oh God. I should run away from here, right now!"
Now, I am high on oxycodone, missing two teeth and can't eat solid food for a couple days. I have another dental appointment tomorrow to get two temp crowns and a bridge installed. I might be high when I get there (I hope). But the worst is behind me. I survived and I never want to do that again. Time to relax and let the pain killers work their magic.