Update: Teeth went pretty well, considering they ripped things out of my jaw. The dude wasn’t an oral surgeon so I didn’t get the opportunity to choose general or local anesthetic. Bummer, considering that they ripped things out of my jaw. The bottom teeth were the worst, with the doc occasionally saying decidedly un-reassuring things like “hmmm…” and “oh that didn’t work.” In the process of ripping things out of my jaw they had to cut one of the bottom teeth into two and then 4 peices.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought, as I was extremly numb. The main thing was the smell and sound of then cutting things in half. Lucky I had a tarp over me and they couldn’t see me gripping my hands togeather so I didn’t scream like a little girl as they ripped things out of my jaw. After the bottom ones he did the top (obviously) and they went really easily. Because the bottom ones were half still inside my jaw they had to cut them… the top ones however just “slid out”. Some instructions on which drugs to take when, and how if I was a smoker this would really suck, and I was sent home, where I’ve been spitting out blood, changing my gauze pads and taking tylenol 3s.
All in all better than getting poked in the eye with a sharp stick, but still not quite the way I wanted to spend my wednesday afternoon 🙂