Ahem...
*fidget fidget tug collar*
Well, I went to the dentist on Thursday for what I thought was a missing filling. I expected to get a root canal.
My appt was for 3:30... mistake Number 1. NEVER make an appointment for the end of the day.
They took an x-ray and decided that the tooth was too far gone and had to be extracted.
I told them "Gas. I want gas." The dentist was like "It won't hurt, just a little tug."
"GAS".
"OK... nurse, hook him up."
They put me on the gas and 30 SECONDS later the dentist comes over and says "Open up". I figure he's just looking... but NNOOOOO....!! Needle into my gum, followed by two more! WTF!! That's what the gas was for, so I wouldn't FEEL the damn needle!
So I sit there and after 5 mins I'm like.. "Umm.. I don't feel nothing". The nurse looks down and says "Oh, it's on low... hang on." and cranks it up.
3 minutes later and I'm flying. Nitrous is a GREAT high. I just get to my happy place and he comes over and RIP RIP PULL PULL YANK... it's out.
2 minutes later I realize I'm not high anymore... "Am I on oxygen now?" "Yeah, it's almost closing time."
So, I stumble out the door with a mouth full of guaze, no stitches and a perscription for Vicodin and a warning not to eat solids for "a while".
Fri thru Sun = suck.
This ends my report on my weekend. Thank you.
*bow in front of class*
*fidget fidget tug collar*
Well, I went to the dentist on Thursday for what I thought was a missing filling. I expected to get a root canal.
My appt was for 3:30... mistake Number 1. NEVER make an appointment for the end of the day.
They took an x-ray and decided that the tooth was too far gone and had to be extracted.
I told them "Gas. I want gas." The dentist was like "It won't hurt, just a little tug."
"GAS".
"OK... nurse, hook him up."
They put me on the gas and 30 SECONDS later the dentist comes over and says "Open up". I figure he's just looking... but NNOOOOO....!! Needle into my gum, followed by two more! WTF!! That's what the gas was for, so I wouldn't FEEL the damn needle!
So I sit there and after 5 mins I'm like.. "Umm.. I don't feel nothing". The nurse looks down and says "Oh, it's on low... hang on." and cranks it up.
3 minutes later and I'm flying. Nitrous is a GREAT high. I just get to my happy place and he comes over and RIP RIP PULL PULL YANK... it's out.
2 minutes later I realize I'm not high anymore... "Am I on oxygen now?" "Yeah, it's almost closing time."
So, I stumble out the door with a mouth full of guaze, no stitches and a perscription for Vicodin and a warning not to eat solids for "a while".
Fri thru Sun = suck.
This ends my report on my weekend. Thank you.
*bow in front of class*