I had a wisdom tooth out today, a procedure that I was told would be relatively straightforward as these things go, and could be done under a local anaesthetic.
They were right in that sense. The actual removal of the tooth took barely ten minutes, I didn't even notice it had gone until I was told. Unfortunately it was the 35 minutes of trying to get enough anaesthetic into me to numb the site that was the issue.
You see, the nerve within the tooth had become hypser-sensitised, which was only discovered when after the initial 3 or 4 injections they began work to spilt the tooth to facilitate its removal, and I yelled out loud in pain and nearly ripped the arms off the dental chair.
In order to directly sedate the nerve, they had to dig around to expose it, and then inject it directly with novocaine, or whatever it is they use these days. This meant, they had to keep injecting me to numb a bit more of the pulp around the nerve to enable the exposure process to proceed, each injection producing a split second of incredible, sharp pain.
Finally, there was the final series of injections into the nerve, which again were absolutely blinding.
5 minutes later they were able to begin, with my jaw aching from holding it open, and my body tenser than a springing cat.
Ye gods, that was no fun. All has settled now, although it feels like there's a tangle of fishing line in there from the stitches and I feel like I've been punched in the jaw.
For pictures, well, there was a little sensory garden in Carlton along the road, with some charming little sculptures in it. That's the only nice thing that has happened in the last 24 hours.
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