I’m not feeling calm.
This afternoon, I have the next appointment in a long series of dental excavations. I’m not OK with this.
When I went to the periodontist to learn about how he was going to root out my gums and cut out some bone (augh!), I wasn’t OK with it. I told the guy that, you know, I get a little nervous about dental things. It’s all because of that one guy and that bad stuff that happened…
So the man looks at me, and with a straight face he says, “Would you like to listen to some music during the surgery?”
Are you kidding me?
Music and surgery don’t go together. Anesethesia and surgery, of course. But in my politest way I told him that I just didn’t think music was going to take care of this anxiety and didn’t he have anything stronger?
He gave me a Halcion tablet that I needed to take right before the appointment, and then the Big Guy drove me in. I made sure to act especially dignified because I could see BG watching me from the corner of his eye to see if I was going to do anything loopy.
Then they put the bib on me and suddenly I was realizing that I did not, in fact, feel calm. I wanted to feel “lying on the beach having a pina colada” kind of calm. Not relative calm given the fact that I was about to hear a power drill cutting bones inside my mouth. Inside I was shouting, “I’m not calm! Not feeling the calm!” When I sedately shared this with whoever passed by at that moment, some wonderful soul gave me another ½ a Halcion tablet.
I didn’t feel that was going to be enough, but I don’t actually remember the rest of the procedure that well. There was only one tough moment when they accidentally dropped some cotton wadding down my throat, but once the gagging was all over, I was just fine.
So this afternoon I will not be given any Halcion but I will also not have any more bone removed. And after this final crown is put on today, I can once again chew gum. Halleluia.
Published by angelawd on September 26th, 2007 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals...
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