Bad Trip

So I go to my dentist for another round of drilling fun. I decided to do nitrous again since the last time I had it it made the experience bearable.

Yes DON'T do nitrous if you already have a fever!

Before the even started drilling, I had a panic attack when I couldn't breathe...so why do you hyperventalate when you can't breathe to begin with...humans are dumb. They finally got the O2 and nitrous mixture right and I was good with the Doctor's part of the drilling and poking. The problem didn't start until the dental hygenist/tech chickie who I had never met before came in...don't give someone with anxiety disorder drastically new things its not good. When she started her part of the work I decided to take a mental vacation...she is not a great people person and so when she didn't talk I was glad, but she kept poking me and dropping things on me. So I decided to ignore her.

Unfortunately, since I was ingnoring her, I was also not keeping track of the nitrous effects and I kept going deeper down the rabbit hole. It's kind of like being at the bottom of the pool and not knowing if you have enough air to get to the surface. Don't get me wrong...I like the cool rollercoaster ride and the happy fuzzy, but this started to get not fun! Then my brain began to analyse the situation from a theoretical standpoint. I remember them saying something about nausia...hmm...I wonder what would happen if I spewed all over this annoying tech. At that point my throat felt like it was burning and I was down a long well and I couldn't move my arms. I heard the doctor come back and felt someone wiping my face.

Sometime later I came to realise I really had barfed on the tech...at first I felt vindicated and then grossed out when my sense of smell came back. Don't eat pepperoni pizza and then take nitrous. Unfortunately, they were only half done with the work. Christ...so they cleaned me up...mostly...and took all of the space equipment out of my mouth, cleaned everything up and put me back on the nitrous at a lower dose. I couldn't get over the fear of vomiting again and just being queasy, so I told her to stop the nitrous. So I got to deal the techie chick fully conscious...fun fun fun.

Two hours and 45 mins later, they let me out of the chair and showed me the bill...thank goodness for insurance and flex accounts. I have to go back in three weeks to remove the two temporary crowns and have the two permanent porcelin crowns put in. I hope my jaw heals before then. I am so sore today and the inside of my lip is completely abraided. I paid 2000 bucks for this? No wonder I have dentistry anxiety!