My extraction story (now with 100% less premolars)
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 3:06 pm
For anyone who is contemplating or awaiting extractions, I've decided to provide you with a first hand account of my sojourn in the dentist's office.
I walk into the office, and the receptionist who greets me is especially genial. I bide my time for a bit with a Rachel Ray cooking magazine until I am beckoned by a nurse, all the while completely obtuse to the horrors which lie within.....
The doctor enters the room with a nonchalant demeanor, and introduces himself with a firm handshake. After an iota of the typical small talk confabulation, he queries as to whether I want to schedule another appointment to do the extractions, take two out today, or extract 4 and be done with it. Me being a smart ass college student, I retort, ''Just 4 for today? I was hoping wisdom teeth too''
He issues a small caveat before commencing, informing me that the injection of the local anesthetic would be the most grueling component of the procedure. One of each bottom pre molar, two for each top one. 6 Injections eh? Five minutes and 6 twinges of pain later, the injections are complete, and like a ham in the oven, he decides to let the juices marinate for a few moments.
In his absence I stare out the window in front of me. Springtime has arrived here in Tallahassee and my eyes take in halcyon sylvan landscape before me. His return jolts me back into reality, and he immediately goes to work. First, he jabs upper and lower pallets with a sharp object, hoping to determine the sensitivity. I writhe in agony when he hits an a still sensitive area, and he quickly apologizes. The injection needle makes a resurgence, and he goes over every area once again. 6 injections has turned into 12. Whatevs, I'm a 19 man, I can handle this.
Out of his arsenal of tools comes what can be only described as ''pliers with pernicious intent'', and eyes widen slightly at the sight of them. ''Start with the toughest, end with the easiest''. He elaborates on this and explains that the upper premolars are anchored by two roots, while the lower ones are bound only by one. Following this parcel of fun fact-age, he clamps onto what on the soon to be his maxillary premolars.
Its hard to describe what thoughts raced through my mind as he yanked. I remembered wondering though, damn they used to do this without numbing agents back in the day. Those dudes were insane. Even with anesthetic, it hurt. The pliers supply him with preternatural leverage, allowing him to really go to town on the teeth, so to speak.
Anyway, this post has gone on long enough, if enough people enjoy reading this I will finish it, but the blood loss from the extractions ( I'm writing this with gauze in my mouth) is making me woozy.....
I walk into the office, and the receptionist who greets me is especially genial. I bide my time for a bit with a Rachel Ray cooking magazine until I am beckoned by a nurse, all the while completely obtuse to the horrors which lie within.....
The doctor enters the room with a nonchalant demeanor, and introduces himself with a firm handshake. After an iota of the typical small talk confabulation, he queries as to whether I want to schedule another appointment to do the extractions, take two out today, or extract 4 and be done with it. Me being a smart ass college student, I retort, ''Just 4 for today? I was hoping wisdom teeth too''
He issues a small caveat before commencing, informing me that the injection of the local anesthetic would be the most grueling component of the procedure. One of each bottom pre molar, two for each top one. 6 Injections eh? Five minutes and 6 twinges of pain later, the injections are complete, and like a ham in the oven, he decides to let the juices marinate for a few moments.
In his absence I stare out the window in front of me. Springtime has arrived here in Tallahassee and my eyes take in halcyon sylvan landscape before me. His return jolts me back into reality, and he immediately goes to work. First, he jabs upper and lower pallets with a sharp object, hoping to determine the sensitivity. I writhe in agony when he hits an a still sensitive area, and he quickly apologizes. The injection needle makes a resurgence, and he goes over every area once again. 6 injections has turned into 12. Whatevs, I'm a 19 man, I can handle this.
Out of his arsenal of tools comes what can be only described as ''pliers with pernicious intent'', and eyes widen slightly at the sight of them. ''Start with the toughest, end with the easiest''. He elaborates on this and explains that the upper premolars are anchored by two roots, while the lower ones are bound only by one. Following this parcel of fun fact-age, he clamps onto what on the soon to be his maxillary premolars.
Its hard to describe what thoughts raced through my mind as he yanked. I remembered wondering though, damn they used to do this without numbing agents back in the day. Those dudes were insane. Even with anesthetic, it hurt. The pliers supply him with preternatural leverage, allowing him to really go to town on the teeth, so to speak.
Anyway, this post has gone on long enough, if enough people enjoy reading this I will finish it, but the blood loss from the extractions ( I'm writing this with gauze in my mouth) is making me woozy.....