I’m in that lucid sweet spot where the novocaine hasn’t fully worn off but the codeine hasn’t kicked in to make me loopy. Better make this quick—I have two work things to do before I crash.
It wasn’t bad, though aspects of childbirth are better—namely, the ability to get up and move around. The ick factor of oral surgery doesn’t bother me, the injections suck but are mercifully brief, and actually, the whole thing was unpleasant but not deeply upsetting. I just hate being pinned down anywhere. (Remembering Mibi in the MRI machine) So, despite the fact that the oral surgeon had just come back from a vacation in Texas, and was describing places I love and restaurants I adore, I did feel my fight-or-flight reflex kick in.
Those of you who have had this before—did they give you a mouth guard? They took an impression last time I was there and made a retainer-like thing that covers the roof of my mouth. Makes a HUGE difference.
The oral surgeon is a non-practicing Jew and his assistant a former evangelical. She said, “So I watched this special on Sodom and Gomorrah and they said it was probably a volcano that caused the sky to rain with fire. Lot’s wife probably just got hit with some lava. What do you think about that, Rev?”
I Kid You Not. What ARE these people thinking? Later he asked me, mid-stitch, what was up with the creationists.
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» The latest on SBJ: at one year, he weighs 30.5 pounds (99%), is 32 inches tall (97%) and is 100% cute.
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» Aaaaaand little she-who-is lost another tooth this week!

So glad you are done and on the recovery end of the surgery. Be very liberal with the codeine! Pain free is always good.
Hilarious story about the oral surgeon asking questions during your surgery. It’s hard enough to answer a “yes” or “no” question when you have hands and instruments in your mouth, let alone weighted questions such as those!
Hang in there. Peace.
So glad that’s done, now the drugs can kick in and you can float for a while.
Blessings on the healing…
As for the chair talk, I wonder, do they say things like that just to keep you distracted, or do they honestly expect someone with heaven-knows-what going on in her mouth to actually speak?
(((((RM)))))
hahahaha!
Dentists are just weird.
To keep you distracted.
You should hear the things I ask teen girls when they are getting their first female exam. My nurses sometimes kick me. The teens love me.
Happy healing. I see the need for yummy decadent ice cream in your future.
I’m usually the one cracking the stupid jokes during the procedure. Just for reference, making a student at a teaching hospital laugh while he’s giving you a lumbar puncture may not be your best move.
Feel better.
Happy medicating!
I never thought of it as a distraction technique–brilliant!
Sometimes its good you have your mouth full of instruments of torture - at least you don’t have to answer those crazy questions.
Hope you heal up quickly!
It really is a good distraction technique. Though my thought process goes something like, “Ooh, good question, how would I answer? Oh, I know, I’d say this… Wait. I can’t, what with this guy’s bloody hand in my mouth! Oh, and ow!”
But by then they’re on to the next question. Lather, rinse, repeat. Smart.
Loved the mouth guard…
Yeah, at my last visit, while he was sticking me with little needles for an electromyelogram, my neurologist wanted to know what the departure of several large Episcopal churches (one of which he was married in) meant. I wanted to say they left because they thought the Bishop was sticking them with little needles, but I restrained myself…mostly because he still had some more little needles to stick in me.
Glad it wasn’t too bad. ice cream. eat. much. ice. cream.