The good lord will take you away

Getting my wisdoms out. ________________________________________________________________

I never thought going into a surgery could be so nerve wrecking.

The movies, they've got most parts right. The bright lights, the nurses and doctors in masks, the beeping machine sounds.

The only weird thing was, instead of being wheeled into the operating theatre, i walked in. In fact, i helped the nurse wheel my bed in.

You see, i went for my wisdom teeth surgery yesterday at the national dental centre.

I was supposed to have gotten the rotten teethies out about a year ago but a youtube video scared me out of it. Apparently some gutsy fellow filmed the entire procedure and loaded it on youtube. And me dearest was "smart enough" to go watch it in full.

Anyway, back to the topic, i was at the dental centre to remove all four of my wisdom teeth. I had to opt for the general anaesthesia because they had to cut open my gums to take the bottom two out.

And so i was lying there, staring at the bright lights overhead. One nurse strapped my legs down and pasted two rubber noobs on my chest to monitor the heart beat. The other doctor, the nice one, shot some stuff into my vein and told me everything was going well.

They even had music playing, and i laughed aloud at it.

"Wah, got music somemore?" i said. "Haha, yeah it's to help you relax," the doctor replied.

And then, she went on to shoot another syringe of liquid up my vein.

"Ok, you'll feel hot for awhile and then you'll fall asleep very soon," she said.

The nurse had a mask over my mouth and nose at this point, and told me to take deep breaths. I did.

----------------------

"Wake up mavis, wake up," the middle age nurse voice came on, nudging my arm.

My gosh. The op is over. I smiled. I'm just glad i woke up.

Then a coughing fit hit me. A common sign, nothing to worry about the doctor said. Apparently they had to put a tube from my nose down my throat to help me breathe during the surgery.

I couldn't feel my face. Oh no, permanent numbness to lip, chin and tongue. I can't be that unlucky 1% who gets jinx right?

I touched my face and it felt foreign. Soft and pudgy. Didn't feel like my own. But i didn't care, i was just glad i got through it.

They pushed me back to the recovery ward, and i fell into a deep sleep for the next hour or so. I was dreaming, i could tell. I just can't remember what it was about.

At about 2.30pm, i rose. Blood phelgme stuck to my throat. I wanted to call out to the nurse but i was afraid i coudn't speak.

Then dearie appeared. I signalled to them for a spit bowl and he understood. Must have been that operation he went through himself.

The nurse came with a bag and i spat out three mouths-full of blood. I looked like the last scene of a movie where an old woman dies from TB or something.

The entire experience was weird. And i saw my bag of teeth. Yikes, are they ugly. And i have no idea why they're still my my toilet, soaking in a cup of water.

And this marks the beginning of my eight days of MC.

Btw, i can feel my tongue, lip and chin now. It's just, my face is square. :)

posted by alienresident at 7:18 PM >0 comments

0 Comments:

<$BlogCommentAuthor$> said...: <$BlogCommentBody$>; <$BlogCommentDateTime$> <$BlogCommentDeleteIcon$>