Today I finally had my wisdom teeth pulled out. I was only born with three so I thank evolution on that one… it made things much more cost effective on my wallet (especially during the holiday season). I should really be finishing up all of letters of statement for grad school right now, but my friend told me I need to stop pushing so much. My stress levels have been out of control, and causing mini meltdowns throughout the day, which are NOT GOOD.
So anyhow, I went to my oral surgeon, and let me just state for the record that he is freaking awesome (this will later be proven).
I have never been put under anesthesia and for this procedure he was going to knock me out completely. I had no problem with this choice since he said that he might have to split one of my teeth in two before taking it out. Yeeeahhhh, let’s not have me awake for that brutality.
I was nervous. Heart racing, about to have my senses shut down on their own kind of nervous. I’m used to taking care of other, and now it was going to be my turn to have to depend on someone else, and I can’t say I was a happy camper. I don’t like asking for help, I try to self soothe, you know, like the baby in Meet the Fockers. My Doc opens the door.
“Hey, Princess. How are you? What did you have for breakfast?”
“Hi Doc, Nothing, not even water.” I was playing with my ring as I said this.
“Right answer. I’ll be back in a bit to take you back princess, don’t worry” gave me a sincere smile and wink. I love that he calls me princess, I truly feel like he means it (and I have a hard time believing anything that comes out of the male mouth that is nice).
I signed my life away in three forms and off I was whisked by one of the nurses to the back. She weighed me. I told her stop and gave her my iPhone. I saw the scale’s response. I gave it a dirty look and saw the nurse write that inferno like number down, do her calculations and take me to the ROOM.
I sat down. Doc came in, could see I was very nervous.
“Doc, I need to tell you something. I have a problem letting go of my control over a situation.”
“Princess, there is nothing to worry about. Believe me, this is going to be easy. Let me see your veins. Well, look at that! You have great Veins!”
“Thanks Doc, it’s my best feature. You don’t have to worry about the needle I don’t care for them, so just go at it at your pleasure.”
“Hahaha, thanks, most of my patients start screaming right now.”
“Okay… how long till I feel the effects.”
“Well,” as he pushes some medicine into the IV “tell me when you feel something”
“Oookkkkaaayyy. I feel it.” My arms went immediately numb, my legs gone, and now the nurse came over me and place a heart monitor on my other arm and that gas top that goes on my nose. Panic came over, this was it, they were going to put me under!!
“Take a deep breath”
The last thing I remember asking my doctor was if he went to gym and what he benched.
I woke up to see my mom sitting on the other chair, annoyed and with little patience. I was confused. The nurse came in with some papers and I reached for them, when all of a sudden my mom “They will give it to you! RELAX.”
I sat back down on the chair. I was quickly taken away with the help of the nurses into the car and I said by to the Doc. That’s when I realized my mouth was full of gauzes.
My mom was annoyed and this is what she said after she prayed when we got in the car.
“You were hysterical, Mariel. God help me. You kept telling all the nurses and asked the Doc to please get you your teeth. You NEEDED your teeth for the Bunny. The Bunny was coming and he was going to give you money. You kept talking about the Bunny, the urgency of which this Bunny was going to pay up and you teeth were worth lots of money”
“Mariel, Do you even recall yelling for the nurses to bring you your teeth and your papers?”
When we got home she game me all the papers, meds, and instructions, and lastly she pulled out my teeth.
“Here are your precious teeth” her face looked relieved to finally hand them to me. “Find your Bunny.”
Here’s where my Doc is the best (aside from calling me “princess”):
I think I should write a thank you card. But for now I will just focus on getting my face to stop looking like a thin chipmunk (thankfully the fat chipmunk phase passed a couple of hours after surgery).