so i had an adventure with my one
remaining wisdom tooth.
filling fell out again.
LARGE filling, had it replaced 4 times over the years.
got in to see a dentist here in TO…
no insurance of course...alberta health doesn't DO dental.
but let's not go there.
so dentist says he can't touch it...obviously nerve involvement.
(he deduced that from my jumping, twitching, and shrieking as he tapped
on the tooth with his little hammer)
sends me off to a dental surgeon.
i spent the weekend eating with my head tipped
to the right, gingerly, protecting the cavern in my tooth.
we find the dental surgeon...he takes a look..."it's got to come out."
good thing is that he is chinese.
i felt safe with him.
i gave him all my info, including the fact that lidocaine a) doesn't work
b) causes me to react with heart palpitations etc.
"no problem," he says, "we have other stuff."
"oh good," i say.
the dear receptionist says they have an opening in two weeks.
i freak out. dennis says. "we are just visiting in town,
is there anything sooner?"
she says, "come back at 5:30."
my cavern and i are happy to hear this.
5:30 sharp we are there.
730 they call me in.
so he comes in, my dear little chinese dentist, and gives me a shot.
HOLY PAINFUL. no lead time at all. and of course, as predicted, i react.
arms flailing, hands shaking, choking, crying…
the whole gamut of typical epinephrine sensitivity.
"oh my," they say. "you really do react!"
"water!" i gasp.
"i can't breathe!" i croak.
water is delivered.
after about 15 minutes the shaking stops and they all relax.
i have wet myself, in the meantime, so i stagger to the bathroom.
back in the chair.
"is it numb yet?" the assistant hopefully asks.
"not yet," i say, patting my tender jaw
where the LARGE NEEDLES have been shoved in.
"you can still feel your face?" she asks.
"Yes i can, " i reply.
"oh, you really are immune to it, aren't you!”
she says in surprise.
"i told you i was, " i say flatly.
doc comes in.
oh my." he says. "shall we go ahead?"
"give me another shot," i say.
ZING. but less than the first time. the worst is obviously over.
he says, "numb yet?"
"sort of," i say.
"go ahead," i say.
(i'm wet again...unfortunately.)
He pries open my mouth. (jaw dislocated in the process,
but that's another story)
"you'll feel a slight pressure" he says.
"ughhhhrrrraaaa..." i say.
i do indeed feel a slight pressure.
"now you'll hear a slight cracking sound," he says.
i do indeed hear a slight cracking sound.
i think, "well, he's broken it up at least,
now we can get on with this. GOD HELP ME."
a little tug, and he says cheerfully, "ok, all done”.
"WHHHRRRGGGUUUUUTTT?" I say.
"all done," he says again.”
"YRRRRRKKKDDDNNNGGG" I say.
"you wanna see the tooth?" chirps the assistant,
and waves it in front of my glazed eyes.
i cannot believe it.
tearfully i shake his hand...sit up and stagger again to the bathroom,
and dazedly make my way to the front where dear husband
and little daughter are waiting in agony to see if i have survived.
$364 later, i am out of there,
with a crooked smile (missing tooth, you see) and a grateful heart.
the man (woman) is happiest who is free from pain.
so that is the story.