The Dentist

So . . . I totally hate the dentist.  Well not THE dentist, but going to the dentist.  Dustyn and I recently switched dentists.  I wasn't sure what to expect at the new dentist, after all I have been going to my old dentist since I can remember.  We are talking 25+ years.  But overall, it was a good experience.  (I guess if you consider teeth getting ripped out of your head a good experience.)

When I got there, they had me sit in the chair (of course) and let me chose a movie.  That's right.  At this dentist, you get to watch movies!  So of course being the Tim McGraw fan that I am, I chose Flicka.  It is one of my favorite movies and I was excited that it was going to help me be distracted during this whole ordeal.

I decided to let them give me some sort of drug that relaxes you.  She explained it to me like being drunk and that I would not remember anything the next day.  Hey, that's fine with me.  Who really wants to remember dental work?  Well in order to take the pills they had to crush them up and put them under my tongue to dissolve.  Oh no.  This is something that I do not do well with.  Last time I had this experience was when they were trying to start my labor when I was having Hannah.  Let's just say... I puked.  Everywhere.  I was never quite sure if it was the pain or the crushed pills under my tongue, or both.  So I was a tad bit nervous that I was going to puke everywhere.

She put the crushed pills under my tongue and started my movie (they have those glasses that you put on to watch the movie).  The also put on a blood pressure thingy and a pulse thingy on my finger to monitor me through out the procedure.  They let me sit there at least half of an hour so that I would feel nice and drunk.  Nothin.  No dizziness, no lightheadedness, no sleepiness.  Nothin.  Dang.  He laid me back and decided to start numbing me.  He noticed the pills didn't dissolve much, so he had me swallow the dust.  Yum.  But, I didn't puke.  That is an improvement over last time.

He gave me a ton of shots (I'd say at least 9 or 10) which I was fine with, as long as I didn't feel nothin'.  Of course I didn't see the needles because I was watching Flicka.  That and I closed my eyes to make sure.  I hate needles.  I freak out over FLU shots.  Yep, pathetic.  So I got nice and numb.  They fixed my broken tooth first.  Since it is my baby tooth, they just kinda filled it in hoping to keep it as long as possible so I don't have to get an implant.  Which I am very thankful for.  I am NOT looking forward to am implant.  I hope that doesn't happen for a good 20+ years.  :)

He started drilling my tooth down to get it ready, and apparently it wasn't quite dead, so he fixed that.  Nice.  The filling to fix my tooth didn't take much time.  Then on to the real problem....Wisdom Teeth!  Ahhh....  I was so not relaxed.  The little $55.00  dollar pill just tasted nasty.  That's it.  I should have known better.  Pain killers/drugs do nothing to me.  When I was having Hannah they were pumping me full of morphine.  Nothin.  I think it was saline solution.  Or else my body just doesn't react the way it should.  :P  Either way, they just don't seem to help.  And I still remember everything about yesterday.  Dang.

So he started extracting my wisdom teeth.  It wasn't so bad... at first.  Then came the part when he tried to break my jaw in half. Holy Cow.  I honestly was waiting for my jaw to snap in half.  Of course it didn't.  Then on to the next one.  This one was even worse.  I knew without a doubt that my jaw was going to snap.  But it didn't.  But I was super tense and my legs even came flying up.  He stopped to make sure he wasn't hurting me.  Uhm...  no.  I am just waiting for the snap.  That's all.  So he went back to work.  Then it was over.  I survived.  They let me sit there waiting for Dustyn to come pick me up.  I wasn't suppose to drive with that potent drug in my system that made me make crazy decisions and made me forget everything.  Ha ha.  I'm kidding.  Maybe it really worked.  I doubt it.  Anyways, it was then when my mouth started throbbing. I was totally hoping that it wouldn't start until after the numbness wore off.  Wrong.  Ouch.  Then I got the worst headache ever.  It felt like someone had been trying to brake my jaw.  Oh wait...  Ha ha.  So I got home and laid down trying to get the throbbing to stop. I was hoping they would have given me some pain pills to stop the aching.  Nope.  So I just laid there wishing I could go to sleep.  Finally the phone rang.  Apparently they forgot my prescriptions, so they called them in for me.  Thank goodness.  So Dustyn went down and picked them up, along with a bunch of soft food.  I took one when he got home and somehow eventually drifted off to sleep.  When I woke up about a half of an hour later, I felt much better.  The rest of the evening went fairly well.  (Except trying to stop the bleeding.  But eventually it worked. . . kinda)

This morning...  I am sore.  Super sore.  Ugh... hate that.  And I have a horrible taste in my mouth.  Gag me.  But at least I survived and I still remember to tell about it.  Ha ha.

I am sure this isn't that interesting of a story, since most of ya'll have already had your wisdom teeth out (and aren't big babies like me) and know how it goes... but you get to read it anyways.  Now I am just wondering if food will get in the holes and how to take care of the nasty holes in my mouth.  Ew.  I guess it will all work out.

I wish I could lay in bed for a few days and take advantage of slothing around... but I am babysitting in an hour, so I guess I better go get ready to go.  There will be time to lay around some other day.

My Bum Leg

So I have had this horrible pain in my leg for almost two months. I just let it go thinking it would eventually go away. Well... I waited and waited and waited. Nothin. It just got worse. I finally went in to the doctor. He decided that it was just a mixture of my sciatica and bursitis of the hip. He decided to give me a shot of cortisone in my hip. No big deal. I thought I'd go home and it would start feeling a little better in the next few days.

Gee Whiz. I am dying. That stinkin' shot made my entire leg hurt worse than it ever even thought about hurting before. I stuggled even getting around yesterday. When I got home from tending the twins, I got in bed and didn't move all night. :P Today it has improved a little but now I have a constant pain in the front of my leg (by my shin). And holy moly it hurts. No relief I tell you.

I am hoping tomorrow is the magic day when it all disappears. I hope, I hope! It is getting so old. I would love to be able to run around and play for the summer!!