I never would have thought I would have done it. Sure would have never thought I would tell anyone if I did. But it really happened. I ate one of these with a fork and a knife.
*eyeroll*
*eyeroll*
I haven't had a big candy bar, that I can recall, in something like.... years. It's just not something I crave. I like them fine, but I can happily do without. (Now a daily Coke,
I must have.) But today, I had to have this candy bar. There was one in my refrigerator, and I had to have it. At least part of it.
I think I have mentioned before about my dental doctor visits and appliances that I have had in my life up to now. You know, I have had braces (two kinds,) a headgear, a painful tongue trap (because I swallow backwards), I took swallowing lessons, (they didn't work - I still swallow backwards), retainers, four wisdom teeth cut out, a subepithelial gum graft on my front lowers because my gums there were receding (at the ripe old age of 17,) root canals,
and yesterday, the mother of all procedures I've had.
A subcutaneal acellular dermal matrix graft. Here's the awesome part. *sarcasm* They use donated, medically processed, human skin tissue for the graft. (yes, cadaver) Once you get over that good news, you get the details about how you can't use your front teeth to bite anything for a minimum of five weeks.
Fine, a diet. I'm in.
The full-blown details of the appointment were not fully disclosed to me, so I had to drag out the few tidbits of information I could get. I asked if there would be a lot of pain, "of course not." I asked how long it would take, "about 2.5 to 3 hours." I asked about anesthesia... "why would you need that?"
They told me they would "do it with a local."
We weren't 5 minutes in with the anesthetic, and when they took the equivalent of a Dremel tool to my exposed roots on my top teeth. Not comfortable. Not a pleasant sound. I went prepared. I had my iPod AND my noise-cancelling headphones. It wasn't enough. The deadening, or the local, kept wearing off -- I kept having to point and request more. Silly me, I thought I should feel no sharp needle pains while sutures were going in. Apparently, that's just being a whiner. Now that I am north of 50, I have decided I am going to whine. I am going to complain when someone tries to pull something over on me. I am going to stand up for myself with strangers. Politically correct, psssssshhh. Polite.... only if I feel like it. I'm the boss of me. Don't try to push me around.
Yes, it hurts. Yes, I'm fine. Yes, I'm a little cranky. I always feel like when I tell someone about something like this, I hope they can learn a little something. Like you should never agree to a dental procedure for something like an unknown amount of hours in an office where they can't give you anything for real pain. I hope you learn like I did, that your questions, no matter if its two or twenty, are most likely going to annoy a specialist. But suck it up and ask them anyway.
