Dec 13, 2007, 02:28 AM
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Reading all these comments gives me the willies.
This poor person is probably going to be scared of their life to go to the dentist, now... But I assume this thread will attract more horror stories than normal, "oh-it-was-fine" comments.
I got my wisdom teeth out, and not gonna lie, it wasn't pretty. I had the top two taken out a year before the bottom two, and they weren't bad. The bottom two were a bitch, though; I was in a lot of pain and began vomiting and my face swelled up veeeery big, so my mom took me to the emergency room... We probably overreacted, but I had just been diagnosed with diabetes, and they warn you to seek medical attention if you are continuously vomiting, because that means your blood sugar could plummett with no way for you to get it up. But like I said, my mom and I were a bit paranoid and always convinced that I could die at the drop of a hat; I'd only had the damn disease a month or so.
So they put me on an IV drip and got me un-naseous and I went home after about 5 or 6 hours.
Oh, and I was awake for the actual procedure; I didn't want to be knocked out because they said I'd have to go down the elevator in a wheelchair, and I wanted to take the stairs (I have a rather sizeable phobia of elevators, and haven't ridden in one for 6 or 7 years). So they just did some general stuff (a mask over my nose for something or other, but it made me feel kinda dizzy, so I subtly breathed through my mouth), and I could feel the incredible pressure and drilling and uuuugh. Then I high-tailed it down the 6 flights of stairs to the car with my mom anxiously calling for me to slow down.
All right, this comment didn't help one bit, now did it?
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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