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Aug. 3rd, 2007 02:19 amSo.
That was horrible.
Once she got actually drilling and it wasn't hurting, I started to ease up, but before that. . . man. The dentist mentions to my mum that I was pretty tense when I went in there, and mum was like "Oh, is she [me] the one that I heard the dentist telling to breathe?" Me: *nods*
LOL. The lady actually gave me the numbing shot stuff 3 times to make absolutely sure that I wasn't going to feel anything (mostly because I was not so much enthused about being there as not), and it worked. I complemented her several times on the numbing, especially considering that one of them was v. v. deep and she practically had to poke the nerve.
She actually told me that perhaps next time we should consider the gas (because I was very obviously fighting back panic attack/tears for the whole first 30 minutes I was in there), and I was like *mournfully* "No, the insurance doesn't cover it. And I don't so much have the extra $50 to cover it (as there's no way mum would) as not."
So yes. I actually asked the assistant lady if I could see my mouth before she started in on the filling, and it was weird, with the holes. But she did a good job filling it. Now that I see what's really supposed to happen with a filling, it really highlights even more what the last dentist didn't do. She did the dye thing (I don't really know what that was for, but it had something to do with lining up your bite again after being filled), and then polished it all down flat so it wasn't sharp (like my first one that came out was), and I could feel the difference. Or not feel, really. I have to look really hard to see where she did anything.
Plus, there was some violinist doing one of Shostakovitch's pieces on the little radio she gave me, so I was able to crank that up uber loud anytime she started in on the drilling.
So I got home, watched a couple of episodes of Battlestar Galactica with my siblings, and then decided to try and go to bed while the numbing was still on. I was already aware of slight discomfort in my right upper jaw area, but it wasn't more than a v. distant ache.
And then I woke up. And couldn't open my mouth. Upon examination (meaning me with my face in the bathroom mirror), there's a nasty cut on the right tendon at the back of my teeth. I don't know if perhaps the dentist hit that with something and because I didn't feel it and it didn't immediately bleed, didn't notice/tell me, or if I bit it somehow when I was numb (though I can't figure out how that could be possible at all), or if the cut has nothing to do with it and I just stretched it too far when she told me to open as wide as I could because she had to get at a weird angle, and because I was semi-numb in that area, I couldn't tell when to stop stretching. Whichever way it happened, going to sleep was probably the last thing I wanted to do for it, as then it started to heal with my mouth closed, which I figure is why it's v. v. hard to open now.
Edit: So, I hadn't wanted to eat when I got home, even though I was hungry, because I was afraid that the macaroni and cheese (which is what was in the refrigerator that I wanted to eat) would stain my fillings or hurt them or something (even though they told me it wouldn't, better be safe than have orange stained fillings), and because I would more than likely lose half of the food out of the v. numb right side of my mouth and also chew up my cheek and lip something fierce without noticing. So I didn't. So I haven't actually had anything to eat since my bowl of cereal 20-some hours ago.
So I made a bowl of soup a moment ago. Figuring that would be okay, broth and little vegetable and noodle bits, that would not be painful to my dead jaw.
I CAN'T EVEN FREAKING OPEN MY MOUTH ENOUGH TO GET THE SPOON IN OR EVEN CHEW TO EAT SOUP WITHOUT PAIN.
LOSE.
And so now I don't know if I should keep trying to open my mouth and chew and eat and stuff through the pain or if that's only going to make worse whatever I've screwed up. Hmm. Prolly going to have to call the doctor in the morning.
EditEdit: Between the soup and random excercising to see exactly how far I can get it open before the pain gets too much, I've managed to work it open a bit more than before, thankfully. If I can keep it going, I'll save myself a trip to the doctor. (Though who knows if I actually would have gotten to go to the doctor's anyway, as mum's already pissed about the whole dentist bill.)
That was horrible.
Once she got actually drilling and it wasn't hurting, I started to ease up, but before that. . . man. The dentist mentions to my mum that I was pretty tense when I went in there, and mum was like "Oh, is she [me] the one that I heard the dentist telling to breathe?" Me: *nods*
LOL. The lady actually gave me the numbing shot stuff 3 times to make absolutely sure that I wasn't going to feel anything (mostly because I was not so much enthused about being there as not), and it worked. I complemented her several times on the numbing, especially considering that one of them was v. v. deep and she practically had to poke the nerve.
She actually told me that perhaps next time we should consider the gas (because I was very obviously fighting back panic attack/tears for the whole first 30 minutes I was in there), and I was like *mournfully* "No, the insurance doesn't cover it. And I don't so much have the extra $50 to cover it (as there's no way mum would) as not."
So yes. I actually asked the assistant lady if I could see my mouth before she started in on the filling, and it was weird, with the holes. But she did a good job filling it. Now that I see what's really supposed to happen with a filling, it really highlights even more what the last dentist didn't do. She did the dye thing (I don't really know what that was for, but it had something to do with lining up your bite again after being filled), and then polished it all down flat so it wasn't sharp (like my first one that came out was), and I could feel the difference. Or not feel, really. I have to look really hard to see where she did anything.
Plus, there was some violinist doing one of Shostakovitch's pieces on the little radio she gave me, so I was able to crank that up uber loud anytime she started in on the drilling.
So I got home, watched a couple of episodes of Battlestar Galactica with my siblings, and then decided to try and go to bed while the numbing was still on. I was already aware of slight discomfort in my right upper jaw area, but it wasn't more than a v. distant ache.
And then I woke up. And couldn't open my mouth. Upon examination (meaning me with my face in the bathroom mirror), there's a nasty cut on the right tendon at the back of my teeth. I don't know if perhaps the dentist hit that with something and because I didn't feel it and it didn't immediately bleed, didn't notice/tell me, or if I bit it somehow when I was numb (though I can't figure out how that could be possible at all), or if the cut has nothing to do with it and I just stretched it too far when she told me to open as wide as I could because she had to get at a weird angle, and because I was semi-numb in that area, I couldn't tell when to stop stretching. Whichever way it happened, going to sleep was probably the last thing I wanted to do for it, as then it started to heal with my mouth closed, which I figure is why it's v. v. hard to open now.
Edit: So, I hadn't wanted to eat when I got home, even though I was hungry, because I was afraid that the macaroni and cheese (which is what was in the refrigerator that I wanted to eat) would stain my fillings or hurt them or something (even though they told me it wouldn't, better be safe than have orange stained fillings), and because I would more than likely lose half of the food out of the v. numb right side of my mouth and also chew up my cheek and lip something fierce without noticing. So I didn't. So I haven't actually had anything to eat since my bowl of cereal 20-some hours ago.
So I made a bowl of soup a moment ago. Figuring that would be okay, broth and little vegetable and noodle bits, that would not be painful to my dead jaw.
I CAN'T EVEN FREAKING OPEN MY MOUTH ENOUGH TO GET THE SPOON IN OR EVEN CHEW TO EAT SOUP WITHOUT PAIN.
LOSE.
And so now I don't know if I should keep trying to open my mouth and chew and eat and stuff through the pain or if that's only going to make worse whatever I've screwed up. Hmm. Prolly going to have to call the doctor in the morning.
EditEdit: Between the soup and random excercising to see exactly how far I can get it open before the pain gets too much, I've managed to work it open a bit more than before, thankfully. If I can keep it going, I'll save myself a trip to the doctor. (Though who knows if I actually would have gotten to go to the doctor's anyway, as mum's already pissed about the whole dentist bill.)
