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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: Wlfgng on September 12, 2002, 09:05:12 AM
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yep. I admit it. There are good drugs in my system.
The tooth pull 'scare' is over rated!
They put me under, pulled-sawed-chipped it out (It was stubborn) and voila... done deal.
So other than looking like a chipmunk, just some pain today but the pills mostly take care of that.
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Hopefully, you won't have what I had...little slivers they missed, that re-surface over a period of 3 months or so, when those babies start pushing to the surface, its much more painful than the procedure itself! :eek: I had these only because they had to break the tooth up, and did not get all the little shards.
Glad everything went okay!
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2 days after I graduated from High School. I had all 4 removed. The poor Oral surgeon scrapped a drill which locked up (I drink alot of milk). Next Day? At Cedar Point looking like a slight chipmunk (not that puffy), rode every roller coaster.
Drink some milkshakes, it helps.
Karaya2
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Originally posted by Wlfgng
yep. I admit it. There are good drugs in my system.
The tooth pull 'scare' is over rated!
They put me under, pulled-sawed-chipped it out (It was stubborn) and voila... done deal.
So other than looking like a chipmunk, just some pain today but the pills mostly take care of that.
Now in the future are you goin to listen to the ole Udster? :D
told ya it was no big deal!!!!
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Oh yeah I forgot about the bone chips!! They don't hurt bad though. It's just a "gum" hurt, kinda like when you get your teeth cleaned...
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mmm milkshake shounds good
roflmao udie... you were right.
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DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT
suck any thing ESPECIALLY a milkshake through a straw!!!!!! The blood clots will come out of the sockets then you run the risk of dry socket which I hear is EXTREMELY painful for YEARS. The lower sockets are easier for this to happen. I smoked a cigarette and that was all it took for one of my bloodclots to dislodge. I felt it and crammed the sucker back in the socket before it was too late, but I was >< that close to dry socket.
eat the shake with a spoon maaaaan...
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To hell with the spoon, the first I just tore the friggin' lid off and poured it down. OOOOOOOOOOOHIE, was great.
Second one (after some sleepy-poo) shoveled it in with a spoon.
Buy like three of them Wlfy. I'm just trying to help a fellow MacGregor out here! :D
Karaya2
Udie, that would have sucked big-time. Happened to my buddy. He smoked and couldn't wait. He ripped a suture and made it that much worse.
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My sockets were too big for stitches :eek: The way my teeth were empacked was messed up. They were laying top facing forwards. So He had to cut them out of the jaw. Left a big tooth size cut out of my jaw on each side of my face. I could literaly look in and see my jaw bone on each side. Was freaky! A man isn't supposed to see part of his skull!!!!
That was June 1, 2001. They are still closing, but have skin in them now :) Still have to dig out food everytime I eath though....
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hehe Thx Mashrburm
sounds great!
too bad I can't drive to the store right now.....~~~~
Udie I definately won't be doing any of that ! The surgeon gave me this little sheet of do/don'ts and a straw was top of the don't list.. along with a nice pic of how it'd look if you did as you described. ehhh no thanks!
Rip I hope they didn't miss anything... they were growing into the jawbone some though.. good think I didn't really regain my senes utnill i felt them sewing..felt the thread on my mouth as he was pulling.
so far this isn''t half ad bad as when I had to get sinus surgery last year .. that was a beyatch.
only thing is here I am with a day off workk and I'm too woozy to fly.. hm.. maybe an la7
:p
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I'd say lay off the peanut brittle for a while:p
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I woke up during my surgery. I didn't care, was pretty out of it, but I do remember seeing everything. Hammers and chisels breaking apart my teeth. I didn't care, but was interesting.
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I only feel moderately better after that.
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Ok here's a funny story of how I had a BAD trip on laughing gas :D
I had a "liberal" dentist in houston who loved to keep me shut up by rendering my close to unconscious. If he didn't I'd ask him EVERYTHING that he was doing, while complaining that it hurt. Well I'm in there getting a root scaling (deep cleaning) and they have me on the gas for like 45min or an hour. I'm listening to Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon :D I let the CD flip and start over after it played through the first time.
Im into the keyboard part that sounds like an airport and I'm REALY getting into it. Infact so much that I start dreaming that im in an airport running to catch my flight. Well I lost track of reality there and really thought I was running. You know that when you run you breath harder. This contraption they'd put on my nose made it hard to breath so this is helping my dream seem more real to me. So finally I'm running through the airport wondering why my nose won't work to breath anymore so I stop running and take a DEEEP breath through my mouth because I needed the air.
Well in reality I'm laying in the chair with water and air hoses stuck in my mouth as well as the dentist hands and tools. So instead of air I get a breath full of water and tartar!!!!:eek: I FREAKED OUT!! Sudenly I'm drowning!! I stood up in panic, not realizing yet where I was at. Coughed for a few seconds and got some real air in there which brought me back to consiousness to see the look of horror on the dentists face :) After a few minutes the gas had faded away and I was ok, but I never took gas again after that, too scary!!!!!
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All i got was novacain when I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth violently remove from my head in boot camp.
I watched the nearly 2 hour struggle in the reflection of the dentist's glasses.
8 shots of novacain
40 min. for first tooth
2 more shots
30 min. for second tooth
2 more shots
30 mins for number 3
2 more shots
5 min. into #4 his buddy pops his head in and asks "You ready to go to lunch?". The reply, "Gimme a minute.".
out comes the scalpel
my lips rip
crunch of pliers
2 min. later a bottle is handed to me with 3 5/8 teeth in it.
all done. have a nice day. here's a prescripition for some aspirin.
f.
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I had my first wisdom tooth pulled (16 yr. ago) when I was 20. That dentist was great.
He had the best system for pulling teeth.
First he had the drop dead gorgeous nurse (hygienist, whatever?). I suspect she knew little or nothing about dentistry.
She had the classic white nurse uniform (like you would get in a costume shop next to the French maid costume) unbuttoned very low with the black lace under it.
Anyway I go into the office and they put me in the chair. She puts headphones on me and cranks up the stereo (some good hard rock'n tunes). Then she puts the nitrous on me and turns that up to a nice flow.
Then the Dr. comes in and gives me a shot. A few minutes later. He goes to work. Apparently the girls only job is to talk to me, keep the nitrous coming and lean over so I can see down her shirt past her bellybutton, she wiggles around to keep me good and distracted.
Next thing I know the shows over and I'm walking away minus a tooth. I seem to remember him having to put his knee in my chest to get enough leverage to pry that damned tooth out (he ended up having to break it, and take it out in pieces). But I didn't care. Just headed out the door with a script for Demerol and a big, stupid, bloody, grin on my face.
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Doc put me in a chair and gave me a small shot. In the middle I woke up and started requesting for my tooth (Why?). Since Doc had his hands in my mouth only moaning came out of my requests. I think he gave me one more shot since I don’t remember anything after that. Once I woke up I spited blood for next 2 hours and as a lesson not to talk during operation I ended up with half of my face numb for next ½ -1 months. Not a very good experience.