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Jan. 6th, 2005 07:05 pmMy mouth is all frozen.
I had to have fillings done today (it was really only one cavity, it just involved two teeth), and the dentist froze my mouth. Normally for fillings on me he just uses the topical ointment, because I hate not being able to feel anything. Plus, the very idea of needles in my gums squicks me. Oh well. He froze me up completely today, needles and all. The only other time I've had anything more than the topical anaesthetic was when I had my wisdom teeth out.
I HATE having my mouth frozen. I'd seriously rather deal with a little bit of pain, and for me, it is. I don't seem to feel physical pain as much as other people do - I'm lucky in that respect. I mean, I broke (really broke, not fractured, both radius and ulna) my arm when I was two and nobody noticed until the next day because I didn't cry or make a fuss at all. I've finished out a ringuette game after spraining my shoulder. I can handle a filling.
Oh well. He knows all this, and still recommended the needles, so I did it anyway, because I figure he knows what he's doing. He's a good dentist, and I trust him.
However, it's nearly three hours later, and I'm STILL drooling and numb and can't talk. I'm starting to get hungry. Also, I think I bit my cheek. *hates*
Plus, C. dropped by suddenly. She was my next door neighbour for three years, and her daughter and I were quite close (I taught I. English, she taught me French). I haven't seen her in years, and here I was incapable of speaking clearly (well, more incapable. I'm not good at talking at the best of times)! Turns out I. is currently working in Edinburgh, which is why C. came over, because my family are the only Brits she knows. Dad extolled the virtues of Aberdeen. Apparently I has developed an Edinburgh accent when speaking English, which doesn't surprise me. :)
AAAGH! STUPID MOUTH! UNFREEZE ALREADY SO I CAN EAT SOMETHING WITHOUT DRIPPING DOWN MY SHIRT!
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lifelongmanic and I went to the creperie for lunch. Wonderful as Corner Brook is, it's not known for crepes. It was heaven.
I had to have fillings done today (it was really only one cavity, it just involved two teeth), and the dentist froze my mouth. Normally for fillings on me he just uses the topical ointment, because I hate not being able to feel anything. Plus, the very idea of needles in my gums squicks me. Oh well. He froze me up completely today, needles and all. The only other time I've had anything more than the topical anaesthetic was when I had my wisdom teeth out.
I HATE having my mouth frozen. I'd seriously rather deal with a little bit of pain, and for me, it is. I don't seem to feel physical pain as much as other people do - I'm lucky in that respect. I mean, I broke (really broke, not fractured, both radius and ulna) my arm when I was two and nobody noticed until the next day because I didn't cry or make a fuss at all. I've finished out a ringuette game after spraining my shoulder. I can handle a filling.
Oh well. He knows all this, and still recommended the needles, so I did it anyway, because I figure he knows what he's doing. He's a good dentist, and I trust him.
However, it's nearly three hours later, and I'm STILL drooling and numb and can't talk. I'm starting to get hungry. Also, I think I bit my cheek. *hates*
Plus, C. dropped by suddenly. She was my next door neighbour for three years, and her daughter and I were quite close (I taught I. English, she taught me French). I haven't seen her in years, and here I was incapable of speaking clearly (well, more incapable. I'm not good at talking at the best of times)! Turns out I. is currently working in Edinburgh, which is why C. came over, because my family are the only Brits she knows. Dad extolled the virtues of Aberdeen. Apparently I has developed an Edinburgh accent when speaking English, which doesn't surprise me. :)
AAAGH! STUPID MOUTH! UNFREEZE ALREADY SO I CAN EAT SOMETHING WITHOUT DRIPPING DOWN MY SHIRT!
Mum,
lifelongmanic and I went to the creperie for lunch. Wonderful as Corner Brook is, it's not known for crepes. It was heaven.
