Tooth is gone!

[Kirsten]

So today was a fun day. I have a tooth that’s been bothering me for a while. I broke it at a restaurant about 12 years ago but recently it rotted away and was causing severe pain. To the point that for the last 5 weeks I have only been able to eat on the right side of my mouth. And even with that every meal was followed by pain that I can’t even explain it was so bad. So today was extraction day. 

So at 1130 I get to the dentist. Get all checked in and I’m ready. The dentist walks in and informs me that they don’t do those extractions and I have to go elsewhere!! 5 weeks prior the same damned dentist told me to come back today to have it pulled for God’s sake. ???? So home I go to try to find another dentist. 

They squeezed me in at the end of the day after hours for a consult. Yay!........ Nope. Pulling the tooth! Yikes! I have severe anxiety about this stuff. I puke sweat cry shake and freak out. Well today was no different. All out full panic attack in the surgeons office and I’m alone and scared and all messed up. 

They gave me some oxygen after that and it got me thru the procedure. But I was sick. Queezy. Dizzy. Crying. But it was closing so I had to leave. Oh and I was never gendered correctly once. Not once from anyone in the office. Which didn’t help either. 

Off to the sanctuary of my truck 3 city blocks away I go. Still crying. Walking like I need a cane or something. But finally I get there and crawl into my back seat. Time to find a ride home cause I can’t drive like this. WRONG AGAIN!! Nobody answered. For 25 minutes nothing. So there I lie crying in the midst of a panic attack and I have to drive home. So off I go. 

Slow and steady. Slower than if I was drunk. Slower than I’ve ever gone before. But I made it. And now I am home. Alone. Still crying. Still panicked. But a little music and writing this and I have finally stopped. I am calm. And soon my meds will be here I hope. Cause the surgeon said to get the Vicodin down before the end of an hour or I’ll be sorry. 

There is no point to this story. It was simply therapeutic. Today may very well be one of the worst days of my life. I’ve had arguments with every person I love, I have been screwed over, completely embarrassed, misgendered 200 times, and had to do something that for me was beyond difficult alone and I made it. I may still be on the edge of tears, hating myself, and everything else, but I’m here. Maybe tomorrow that will mean something more to me. But today I’m just so anxious lonely and depressed. ?

sorry. 

[AmberM]

I am glad to hear you made it home and was able to calm down after some time. Today hopefully showed you strong you really are. I hope that you have a speedy recovery.

[Kirsten]

Thanks. I’m pretty messed up on Vicodin at the moment. All is good for now. ???

[tracy_j]

I hope you are now Ok Kirsten. I hate going to the dentist too. I remember a wisdom tooth that had gone bad the same, and when they came to extract the dentist called another in as well. I wondered why it took two I have a high pain threshold and had been eating on one side and pain for weeks so I just let them get it over with but it took some doing. I think the second dentist was there in case something went wrong as it did seem a difficult extraction.

 

Tracy

[AnnaD]

ok, that's weirdly satisfying. i've had that feeling before, getting rid of something that hurts. i had to pull my brother's tooth out the other day, and i was still just almost sick (even though i had gloves on)