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Right molar that is.

Doctor put in about 8 injections in me, but that shit still wasn't working (that isn't the first time either)....So they put me to sleep.

I feel like partying now.

I lost all four at once.  Apparently I got up from my chair and wandered around the office while under anesthetic.  Awesome.

The time I had get my Wisdom teeth pulled ended up in some fiasco. There was a nurse chick I was seeing there, but when I was under, or just coming out (not sure), apparently, I started rambling on about all kinds of kinky/nasty stuff in front of everyone. Pretty sad.

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I had to get a multiple root canal/bridge on my front teeth one time as well (skateboard accident). I distinctly remember getting over a dozen shots. That shit just doesn't work on me well.

My choices at the dentist are: Endure lots of pain and suffering, or make a complete ass out of myself.

[edit] Sorry, can't type or spell atm.

Transcript or it didn't happen, kthx.

She left me. I burned the transcripts. To hell with that bitch!

[edit] Wait, that's not nice.

My wife says you are a total hottie.

Heh. Umm, that makes me feel better. Hope it's true :) Thanks.

I had what was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life while coming out of the anesthetic that put me to sleep when they yanked my wisdom teeth.

I was in high school and had the day off due to the appointment, I had spent the morning watching re-runs of the original Star Trek series on TV.  It was the episode where Spock gets shot and is unconscious in sick bay.  I had to leave right after the part where he wakes up and tells Nurse Chapel to slap him, then to slap him harder so that he could regain control of himself.  So I go in, they put me under (after mentioning that some people have an allergic reaction to sodium pentathol and how the oral surgeon had to ride to the hospital in the ambulance with a patient once) and rip out four of my teeth before the poor things can even break the gum line.  I start to wake up in a little side room they have for people coming out of surgery.  I'm really groggy and high as a kite.  A nurse enters.  I tell her to slap me.  No, no, nurse, slap me really hard.  I need it.  I keep going on and on about wanting to be slapped.  She must have thought I was some sort of masochist or deviant with a nurse fetish.

I go in a week later for my follow up appointment and I see the same nurse, she points me out to another nurse and a couple of receptionists.  She must have said something like "yeah, that's the boy that wanted me to slap him, slap him hard" because they all busted out giggling.  I wanted to die.

That's hilarious! They must have an unending amount of funny stories to tell, I think.

Did you get a scrip for painkillers? Vicodin =   :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart:

Codeine, though I'm not big on that stuff. Will use if it gets real bad.

I had to get a second shot in the middle of my vasectomy because I could feel it.

What do I win?

The stuff of unending nightmares?

You win the fact that women love you more when you suffer for them.

PS  Stray is the adorable that all adorable aspire to be.  Put Stray, Paelos and NiX in a room together and it's like the trifecta of cute.  Young women will become breathless, older women will get milk.

You're too nice Signe.  :heart:


I had no idea about this phenomenon until one of my friends did it earlier this year.

Update: Ughh... This is really starting to hurt now. The Codeine will get some use, after all.

Yeah... I was all over that stuff when I got two wisdom teeth pulled last week (two days before Thanksgiving even :(). Then again, I can't remember how many shots of anesthetic they had to give me before my mouth actually numbed...

This thread delivers.

I can't stand codeine, gave me a 3 minute high, then an hour of abysmal depression. Good luck with it Stray. I once had an abscess tooth so badly inflamed and painful that they prescribe me some Valium for just before the visit and they gave me laughing gas. I never thought I'd leave the dentist's chair with fond memories.

Valium+nitrous=love

I :heart: codeine.  Especially with a glass of wine.  It replaces the excruciating pain with the pleasant feeling of floating off to sleep on a fluffy warm cloud.

Valium is even better, though.  That's what I got in my IV right before the tooth-yanking.  I asked (while still dopey) if I could bring some home but they said no.   :-(

What pain is that? What do you do for a living?

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Err...Sounds like you're talking about popping Codeine as a daily thing.  :-P

I had all my wisdom teeth removed in high school, and asked to be knocked out. The thought of feeling drills break up parts of my skull did not appeal.

Apparently I'm exceptionally resistant to general anesthesia, or unwilling to lose control. They had to give me a massive dose to keep me from twitching. Next thing I know, I bolt up in the recovery room, confused and mostly-asleep, and begin vomiting everywhere. My mother, bless her, drove me home as I dozed in the passenger seat, waking every few minutes to vomit into a bedpan and then slipping under again.

I spent the next 24 hours like this.

Because I'm a stubborn bastard, I never took any of the codeine.

That is totally awesome.  I only got up after the surgery was done, and only vomited on the way home.  I guess that's a good thing.

Hope you find it!

I had all four of mine taken out at once, and I was semi-conscious the whole time.  I had local anesthetic and nitrous oxide but I wasn't completely knocked out.  It was a very surreal experience.  I had hazy thoughts of 'Wow, this should really hurt' while the oral surgeon broke my wisdom teeth apart with a hammer and chisel (they were too big to pull out intact) and then came at me with what seemed like an enormous pair pliers, yet I felt absolutely no pain at all.  I had a pretty easy time recovering from the anesthesia though, no nausea or vomiting.

They put me under when the cut mine out. I reacted badly to the anesthesia and spent three days unable to move off the couch. The coedine did let me sleep most of those days away though.

My personal dentist nightmare though is when i had a front tooth yanked. It had been broken a few times and only a small amount of it was still below the gum line. The dentist had my head lower than the rest of me, and was litteraly on the chair grind an ice pick like implement in to my jaw bone as hard as he could. All I could think about was how far it would plunge in to my brain if something slipped.

I'd say "go read the OP, noob," but you're it.   :|  I'll chalk it up to your drug/pain-addled state.


That's exactly how mine went.  I can't rightly remember now whether it didn't hurt while they were doing it, or whether it did hurt tremendously and I just didn't care.

A couple of years ago I had the lucky opportunity to visit the dentist on Christmas Eve (no joke) :|

Basically, I had a painfully sore mouth for about a week and basically couldn't eat, went to see dentist a straight away and they thought that there was a cavity in a tooth near the front (canine i believe its called). Well, turns out that there was nothing wrong with that tooth and the dentist just drilled a section of healthy tooth for nothing! So the pain gradually got worse and worse and eventually it was a case of getting an emergency appointment.

Turned out one of my incisors had a severely inflamed nerve and this was the route of the trouble. the local anesthetic had no effect at all, the nevre was that inflamed nothing affected it, so i had to enjure the drilling and the removal of the nerve. This might no sound so bad, but when he went to pull the nerve out it seperated into about a dozen bits, and everytime he pulled one of these little things out it felt as if he was ripping my gum out of my mouth. Luckly the whole thing only lasted about 2 hours from start to finish.

I love dentists..

I got all four taken out at the same time, last year. I go in, they give me an oxy feed under my nose, needle me, and the next think I know I'm sitting in the recovery room with a mouth full of gauze I can't feel. I get to the store, get the meds, take them just as the pain starts to set in. I talk to my friend who drove me around, and I come to find out, I was so messed up that the friend I *thought* drove me around couldn't actually do it that day and another person drove me instead. Whoops. I barely have any memory of that day at all.

The really creepy part to me, I come to find out, is that the IV does not actually make you unconscious -- it just inhibits short term memory formation. I may not remember it, but I was apparently awake the whole time. I babbled quite a bit in the recovery room, just like everyone else. For some reason, being awake, doing and thinking stuff and not being able to remember any of it makes me really really uneasy. So much so that I'm not sure I'd do it again -- I thought they knocked me out.

It reminds me of that sci-fi story about people who achieve immortality by copying themselves into a new cloned body with this brainwave transference machine thing -- but they keep the process completely secret. You come to find out that the drug they use to help with the clone not only kills the person, but kills them with excruciating pain very slowly.. they just don't remember, because the recording of their mind was made before the drug was given. Also, the brainwave machine just copied, not transfered consciousness. Essentially, the doctors murdered the old body fully conscious and awake.... and no one knew. There was a pretty gruesome passage where the person is all confused as to why the transfer didn't work, because the doctors unhooked the machine and they were still in their own body and why they were being given a shot, and why weren't the doctors saying anything, and it was described as if their veins were on fire and the pain continued building slowly until they passed out from it. Pretty awful.

I call that the 80s.