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1. Brushing and flossing doesn't keep plaque from forming. So it's actually wise to go to the dentist often because the longer you don't go, the more it builds up and it is a bitch to scrape off. Seriously, I cried on the inside (only because the thug in me refused to shed actual tears).

2. Root canals aren't that bad. I've heard the most horrifying stories about root canals. Is Michael Myers your dentist? Seriously, who the hell is doing your dental work if your root canal was that bad?? It was uncomfortable while I was in the chair but I didn't actually experience any pain so either I got REALLY lucky or you guys gotta find better dentists.

3. Having your wisdom teeth extracted SUCKS. Ok, this one is true, but not in the way I've heard. 

I've heard legit horror stories about extractions. So two days ago, when I decided to bite the bullet and get it pulled, I was a nervous wreck. Let me just say, It's very unlike me to be nervous about things like this. Because of my not so great health and dealing with it my entire life, trips to doctor's offices and hospitals are really no big deal. Multiple blood transfusions? No problem! Big ass needles delivering the strongest meds? Piece of cake! It's pretty routine now. Hold out your arm-tourniquet-needle-I.V. fluids-hold out your other arm-blood pressure cuff-hold out your finger-oxygen measuring device thing-put on nasal cannula-open your mouth-thermometer under your tongue-you're STILL ALIVE! Blah blah blah.

But seriously, I was losing my cool in the oral surgeons office. Lucky for me, he and his assistant were very cool and they both put me right at ease. So I sat in the chair and they asked if I wanted to be awake or asleep. And obviously, I said put me to sleep, please! After going over my medical history, the doc also thought that would be best. So he took my vitals and weirdly, this is what put me more at ease. This was something to which I was accustomed. The familiarity of the blood pressure cuff and nasal cannula, even the small butterfly needle used to inject the "happy drugs" that put me to sleep, it was nice. I'd done it a million times before, so I guess that's what finally relaxed me. Also, halfway into this realization, the "happy drugs" were hitting my blood stream so I honestly couldn't care if I wanted to at that point. But here's where things got interesting.

I've had surgery twice before in my life. Both of those times when I've had anesthesia, I remember the doctor telling me to count backwards from whatever number and I remember never finishing and the next thing I remember is waking up with a faint pain wherever my stitches were. So I thought it would be more of the same. Boy, was I wrong!

The doc kept me talking the entire time. Or maybe I was just extra talkative because I was still nervous, who knows? I remember the butterfly needle and him pushing some white substance through the I.V. I remember asking what it was and he said "it's crack. It comes in liquid form now" and I remember responding "oh wow, that's so convenient" right before things started getting fuzzy. The last thing I am absolutely sure actually happened was the doc telling me to lay my head back, open my mouth and turn slightly towards his assistant. After that, everything was a full on Beavis and Butthead style acid trip. I just remember a lot of colors, it literally looked like one of the music videos that Beavis and Butthead used to watch, when you wondered if the writers just woke up high everyday.


Also, everything was really funny for some reason. I went to like four or five different places with the doc, signed a bunch of papers, came back into the room, sat in the chair and heard the words "ok, Sasha, bite down, bite down," and I bit. All of these things happening in my imagination took about five minutes. After I bit down, the room slowly started swimming into view. I was wondering when we were gonna pull the tooth because the doc was gone, so I turned to the assistant to ask and that's when I realized I was still numb. Through my mouth full of gauze, I asked "are we done already?" and she replied "yea, we've been done! Just been waiting for you to wake up." I was shocked. Mostly because it felt like five minutes to me but I was actually asleep for about thirty minutes and even so, I expected the whole thing to take a much longer time. So I lifted my head to try to make myself stop seeing double but it was no use. I laid back and waited the few minutes it took for everything to become steady. The assistant said she would take me across the hall to a recovery room and that I would hold her shoulders and walk with her. She was surprised when I got up and was actually steady on my feet or, in her words, not doing the sideways walk. I told her after a week of round-the-clock Hydromorphone and Diphenhydramine I.V. cocktails at the hospital, this was a cakewalk. But I laid in the recovery room until my head was mostly clear. Afterwards, they took my vitals again, gave me prescriptions for more "happy drugs" and sent me on my merry way. 

Let me say the local anesthesia mixed with the aftereffects of the other stuff is really freaking strong. Those youtube videos of people bugging out after they get their teeth pulled are accurate and that would have also been me had I not been exposed to other stronger drugs for so long because of my other health issues. But even so, I still found everything funny and wanted to say things I wouldn't have normally.

But here's the thing about getting your wisdom teeth out. The actual surgery is painless. I can't speak for you unlucky folks who had to stay awake for whatever reason but being asleep, you feel absolutely nothing. There really hasn't been any pain afterwards either, even after the local anesthetic wore off. Between the prescription the doc gave me and the ice pack I've been cuddling with everyday, I haven't felt more than the occasional pain when I rinse my mouth. The reason having your wisdom teeth pulled sucks is because you can't eat. And anyone who knows me knows that this has been the second most tragic thing that's ever happened to me in my 26 years on this Earth. I love food. It's the best thing ever. And not being able to have it is the worst. Not to mention, as soon as I woke up from the surgery, I started craving everything crunchy. Tortilla chips and dip, pretzels, crackers, popcorn, you name it. The day of the surgery, I didn't eat because I couldn't eat before and obviously, I couldn't eat after. It had been over 24 hours since I last ate (a chewy chocolate chip cookie the night before) and I was starving so I had one of those meal replacement supplement drinks. The next day, it was all mashed potatoes, soup and jello. Today, I ate a pint of ice cream in about ten minutes. And tomorrow, oatmeal! If you've read this far, you should feel as bad for me as I feel for you for actually having read all of this. Moral of this story: only do drugs when absolutely necessary and stop avoiding the dentist, for your own sake.