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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: Cypher on June 19, 2007, 12:45:04 AM
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Just got those yanked out this morning. wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. it was pretty weird.(i've never been sedated ,for lack of a better term, before.) one second i was talkin' to the doc then next i know i have a mouth ful of goz and am all done. i was all kinds of confused askin what happand. didn't even know thy had taken them out. apparently i was quite chatty.
Cypher
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I love telling the story of when I was sedated. Makes the girls squeemish. :D
I had broken my pinkie finger and was just starting to wake up after surgery. One of the tardlett nurses didn't stick the tape holding my IV in place all the way down. A corner of it stuck to the bedsheets.
Being half to three-quarters dead, I roll me head over to see mom sitting next to me and that my arm is stuck. I give it a tug and it doesn't come loose. (:D) Starting to get the "I'm a caged animal!" feeling from a tiny piece of tape, I start making odd noises and wrenching my arm, trying to get it free. Not only did I tear a big hunk out of my vein, but I got the bed soaked with blood, just for dramatic effect.
:rofl
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by the time i knew what was goin on all the crap they stuck on me was gone. but, that had to have a funny sight! LOL. were you awake enough to feel any pain.
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No, or else I would've stopped before my mom held my arm down. Mom used to work in psychiatry; she knows how to restrain people and help in mental dilemmas, but also knows what you're thinking all the time.
The nurse had left the postop to go mess with something else, so mom (also being a pharmacy tech and trained in random medical crap for Vietnam) fixed me before the nurse could run back in her heels. :D
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Well.. I recently had all four taken out at once. The swelling at its peak (two to five days later) felt like it was litteraly about to burst at times, not just hurting but feeling stretched to the limits of my cheeks.
Regular painkillers weren't enough, and it was definitely not a good idea to pose for a portrait, with a **** eating grin for good measure during a whole hour and a half.
I don't have the drawing scanned, but a hamster with its pockets full is almost what it looked like.
It's also not recommended, however much it feels like you ought to try any last resort sort of experimentation, to try to calm down the pain and swelling with ice inside your mouth, if whatever you're using to cool your cheeks from outside isn't enough.
I put tiny bits of ice the size of a few pinheads, just one at a time, and within 30 seconds the jaw muscles were overcompensating by shaking extremely fast. Within five minutes, the tremors had increased to the point of near rigidity, and spread all the way down to my toes :lol .. including my guts and balls, shaking like they were going to fall right off.
It sounds like you're having a good time, in comparison.
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40 years old and still have all of mine. Even after boot camp.
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I got all 4 of mine yanked in boot camp. The dentist wanted to hypnotize me instead of novacane. After a brief "discussion" I got novacane and a bottle with about 50 vicodin. It was an interesting couple of days. I was almost thrown out of boot until I sobered up enough to show them the script. They decided I no longer needed the vicodin.
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i needed an extraction done. i remember sitting down in the chair and telling the dentist "if you hurt me, i'm not coming back." he said, "No problem, i'm going to give you all the nitrous oxide you want. if i'm not giving you enough gas, just signal with your hand, and i'll give you more.
i inhaled as deeply as i good and held it as long as i could. then again. and again. when he asked me if i was feeling it yet, i told him no, even though i was in outer space. i kept inhaling and holding it, over and over. i could hear him talking with the nurse in the background. i just kept breathing in that gas.
after a while, the dentist started shaking me. I looked up and said, "what?"
he said, "hey, can't you hear me talking to you?"
i said, "i thought you were talking to somebody else."
he said, "there is nobody else here."
i said, "oh. well, what do you want?"
he said, "i wanted to know if you had enough gas. but i guess you have."
i really laughed about that later.
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I woke up mid surgery, and was paralyzed. I had previously told the doctors that novacaine doesn't work on me. Apparently, they didn't believe me.
Had I been functional when I woke up after they were finished, I might have killed someone.