So here we are. My mom and I ride to some weird part of the city to look for this epic doctor to get my teeth pulled. We walked for what seemed like forever until we found the place, filled out paperwork and then the doctor plopped me down on the weird chair. Instead of all the other dentists I've had, he doesn't talk about the procedure or recommendations. He just dives into it.
"Yes it will be difficult to pull. But I'll do it" And then he starts injecting me with anesthetic without any warning. The first shot hurts the most and everything else is, "I think there's something wiggling in my gum." But I didn't know that, so instead of playing along and being a good little girl I recoiled from the 2nd shot. Haha. So there I was, being pumped full of anesthetic and filling my mind with all these gruesome pictures of what could possibly go wrong. I was then let to get x-rays and the assistant tells me to do some random stuff and had my x-ray taken.
Then the nice dentist's assistant tells me to go take a seat in the waiting room where my mom was happily conversing with some stranger. The stranger proceeded to tell me about all the things that could go wrong. That's so very helpful. I fool around in the stupid waiting room for what seemed like ages before the assistants call me into the yank-your-teeth-out room.
I waited for ages again in the room while using my vivid imagination to imagine all other kinds of disasters. Some of them include the anesthetic wearing off and I'm there flailing around like a maniac trying to get their attention. I also managed to imagine a fountain of blood spurting from my gums. Needless to say, this didn't really help my anxiety. To pass the rest of the time, I started to play around with my numb mouth. "I think I'm biting my tongue. I'm not sure, but it feels funny so I'll stop now," and "what a great blog entry this'll be."
So at last the doctor comes and he's disinfecting my mouth and the sort. Then he takes those cloth things that they put over stuff during a surgery. Not sure what it's called but it's usually blue, mine was yellow. And the first thing I notice about it was, "there's blood. Oh shoot." After it was put over my face I closed my eyes and listened to them attempt to calm me down. Everything was going fine until they got out the drill. Yeah. It sounded like they had no idea what on Earth they were doing. It sounded like they were randomly trying to force my tooth into submission. Then they tried to yank it out; sorry my tooth is stubborn. They tried to use the drill again, and then more yanking. Some time later they started stitching the hole in my gum-- or at least that's what I think they were doing. Then they take the stupid thing off my face and start wiping my mouth. Oh yeah, there was blood.
The assistant starts to hastily tell me what to do in Chinese and the entire time I was lagging behind by a word. So they stick some kind of...thing into my mouth and tell me to bite it for an hour. Some other things happen that I can't remember. Oh! They asked if I wanted to keep my tooth. I just gave them this displeased look and they said, "Oh well, it's in pieces anyways."
Then I have to go back to get my other tooth pulled and get my stitches removed. Great, just great. So now I have an ice pack on my face and I look like an idiot, an incoherent idiot, I feel like a squirrel that's stuffed its face full of nuts, and I have to keep this stupid ice pack on my face. I am not happy. At all.
Edit: So turns out the stupid thing they told me to bite down on was some kind of...cotton-ball-type thing to stop the bleeding, and it made my mouth seem all swollen. Now the anesthetic is wearing off and my ex-tooth is hurting. So I took some pain-killers which aren't working yet. :(
Edit #2: So the normal painkillers didn't work at all and I've resorted to the powerful painkillers. Which still haven't kicked in. >:(
Edit #3: I ate the frikken strong painkiller and it's not doing all that great of a job. My cheek is throbbing and I'm not happy at all.
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