Wisdom Teeth

For all of those that know me, I HATE the dentist! I could no longer put off the removal of my wisdom teeth. First of all I started this experience with a Xanax (left over from the wedding) Not that I really needed Xanax for the wedding, it sure came in handy for the dentist. My sweet friend Kim works for Dr. Williamson and is fully aware of my dental phobia. She hooked me up with the laughing gas! Whew, good stuff! Then the needles started..and I quickly decided that I needed a higher dose of the laughing gas then I thought I needed to confess that I had taken a Xanax prior to my appointment. Dr. Williamson felt sorry for me when he realized I had a death grip on his chair. You know how they leave you sitting there while the "numbing medicine kicks in." So, by now the Xanax and the higher dose of laughing gas is kicking in. I realized that I was so numb that it was quite possible that I was about to swallow my own tongue and that I was headed to towards the "light." I was trying to send mental messages to Michael to come help me because I thought I was going to die! Needless to say the teeth came out very quickly. I didn't swallow my tongue. But, I did drool quite a lot and gag a few times. As for as the light I was headed to...it was the dentist light that was over my head and Michael did not get any of my mental messages. Oh well...the moral of the story...I lived and maybe it was not as bad! Thanks to my wonderful husband and daughter for taking care of me. I am going to milk it as long as I can!