If something can go wrong, it will go wrong. Trust me and my law of averages.... It happens to me anytime there is any sort of a risk.
When I was 13 my wisdom teeth came in fast and furious. I remember one day being fine and the next day going to eat a carrot and feeling like my head may just pop off. I told my mom that my mouth hurt and she made a dental appointment the next day. I had a funny little Jewish man for an Oral Surgeon. He was super old, hilarious and made me feel comfortable with getting my mouth ripped open. He asked me the basic questions in life; allergies, medical history and all that jazz. I opened my big fat mouth and said, "Oh, I've NEVER had any surgeries. I am quite healthy actually!" Beggining of the end right there, sir.
I had a Gagillion x-rays to make sure that the offending molars were where they were and no place else. The night before, my mom asked me what I wanted to eat so that I could have something cool before eating mashed potatoes for three weeks. I asked for macaronni and cheese I am quite sure. (addicted to the cheesiness) The kindly gentleman doctor gave me anxiety medicine the night before because he was awesome. I took it and was kinda groggy but not nervous at all. So when I got to the office they strapped on the clown nose and some head phones and went to work.
As many of my fellow Gingers and Gingerettes know, people with any sort of Red coloring to their hair metabolize pain medication faster than non-Gingers. Many doctors have come up with theories but none have really prevailed as an answer to this weird phenomenon. So, as is custom to my life I woke up prematurely from my drug induced coma but the dream I had when coming out of the anesthesia was AWESOME!
Let me set the scene for you. I was a rock star! I was singing a Madonna song, I was up on stage with my AWESOMENESS and dancing. There were construction workers with red skill saws in the background of my music video, there was also Cydi Lauper which I don't know why she was there but alas she can be apart of my imagination as well. I had on this acid wash denim outfit and a giant hair bow with "scrambled egg" bangs. I was singing to my hearts content when the newspaper started spinning around and around until it stopped and the head line said, "Susan is a ROCKSTAR!" in big fancy type set. Little did I know that the 80's at Lunchtime was on CK105.5 and that my mind was playing tricks on me. I was not a rockstar, I wasn't singing and I was in pain.
I started crying and laughing. The doctor stopped and asked me if I could feel the pain and I told him I could. Out came the clown nose again. Then things started getting goofy. He had my blood all over his face mask thingy and I could not for the life of me stop laughing at him. He asked me what was so funny and I kept saying, "ouh ave mah bloo all ovah ouh fauch! hahahahahahahahahhaa bloo all ovah ouh fauch!!" Needless to say the upped the dosage and I went back to sleep.
In the meantime they finished me up, put all my mouth back together and waited for the gas to wear off. They had to strap me into the chair because I decided that the bird feeders outside of the window needed one more bird and I tried to fly away to them to tell them the bird seed was poisoned with silly gas. The birds didn't get it and I may have scared the crap out of the nurse. "Biirrr!!! Biiiirr!!! Nooooooo!!! Poooosssaaahhh, no opp ea'en haaaat!!! biiiiirrrr!!" It was quite sometime before my mom was let back to see me and take me home to sleep.
We went home, ate some ice cream and slept until the next morning where I felt like a Mac truck had run into my mouth. When they have to RIP your teeth out off your jaw it isn't fun. After that the surgery tally went up significantly. Let's just say we most likely met our deductible for the next couple of years.
Moral of the story, be prepared to stop bird poisoning that little old Oral Surgeons take part of. Always be weary of the older ones....
-Suzs
When I was 13 my wisdom teeth came in fast and furious. I remember one day being fine and the next day going to eat a carrot and feeling like my head may just pop off. I told my mom that my mouth hurt and she made a dental appointment the next day. I had a funny little Jewish man for an Oral Surgeon. He was super old, hilarious and made me feel comfortable with getting my mouth ripped open. He asked me the basic questions in life; allergies, medical history and all that jazz. I opened my big fat mouth and said, "Oh, I've NEVER had any surgeries. I am quite healthy actually!" Beggining of the end right there, sir.
I had a Gagillion x-rays to make sure that the offending molars were where they were and no place else. The night before, my mom asked me what I wanted to eat so that I could have something cool before eating mashed potatoes for three weeks. I asked for macaronni and cheese I am quite sure. (addicted to the cheesiness) The kindly gentleman doctor gave me anxiety medicine the night before because he was awesome. I took it and was kinda groggy but not nervous at all. So when I got to the office they strapped on the clown nose and some head phones and went to work.
As many of my fellow Gingers and Gingerettes know, people with any sort of Red coloring to their hair metabolize pain medication faster than non-Gingers. Many doctors have come up with theories but none have really prevailed as an answer to this weird phenomenon. So, as is custom to my life I woke up prematurely from my drug induced coma but the dream I had when coming out of the anesthesia was AWESOME!
Let me set the scene for you. I was a rock star! I was singing a Madonna song, I was up on stage with my AWESOMENESS and dancing. There were construction workers with red skill saws in the background of my music video, there was also Cydi Lauper which I don't know why she was there but alas she can be apart of my imagination as well. I had on this acid wash denim outfit and a giant hair bow with "scrambled egg" bangs. I was singing to my hearts content when the newspaper started spinning around and around until it stopped and the head line said, "Susan is a ROCKSTAR!" in big fancy type set. Little did I know that the 80's at Lunchtime was on CK105.5 and that my mind was playing tricks on me. I was not a rockstar, I wasn't singing and I was in pain.
I started crying and laughing. The doctor stopped and asked me if I could feel the pain and I told him I could. Out came the clown nose again. Then things started getting goofy. He had my blood all over his face mask thingy and I could not for the life of me stop laughing at him. He asked me what was so funny and I kept saying, "ouh ave mah bloo all ovah ouh fauch! hahahahahahahahahhaa bloo all ovah ouh fauch!!" Needless to say the upped the dosage and I went back to sleep.
In the meantime they finished me up, put all my mouth back together and waited for the gas to wear off. They had to strap me into the chair because I decided that the bird feeders outside of the window needed one more bird and I tried to fly away to them to tell them the bird seed was poisoned with silly gas. The birds didn't get it and I may have scared the crap out of the nurse. "Biirrr!!! Biiiirr!!! Nooooooo!!! Poooosssaaahhh, no opp ea'en haaaat!!! biiiiirrrr!!" It was quite sometime before my mom was let back to see me and take me home to sleep.
We went home, ate some ice cream and slept until the next morning where I felt like a Mac truck had run into my mouth. When they have to RIP your teeth out off your jaw it isn't fun. After that the surgery tally went up significantly. Let's just say we most likely met our deductible for the next couple of years.
Moral of the story, be prepared to stop bird poisoning that little old Oral Surgeons take part of. Always be weary of the older ones....
-Suzs
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