I Made It

I must say that for me, getting my wisdom teeth pulled or today's apico is much less traumatic than going for a regular dentist's visit. What you don't remember does you no harm is now my motto.

Jfer took me to the oral surgeons. I didn't have to wait long and was put into a dentist's chair (no nasty drill looming around, either), hooked up to the monitor (my blood pressure is nicely low) and received nitrous (I'm not sure what for, but hey - it's fun). Soon the doctor arrived, chatted for a while while I'm floating around, and gave me an IV to knock me out, which I hardly felt (if that's what the nitrous was for, they should use it when you donate blood). I tried to pay attention to passing out but somehow did not. Pretty soon I'm being patted and told it's time to get up and go to the recovery room. There I got to snooze for a little longer before Jfer drove me home, where I climbed into the bed for the next five hours.

So right now my lip feels swollen but looks OK. I'm on some über-ibuprofen and in no pain at all - I don't think I'll need the prescription pain killer, which I'm quite happy about. Overall, a not so bad experience (except for the cost, of course).

Also, I (and Homer) discovered that one cannot whistle when one's lip is numb.