A local radio show was doing a sort-of contest the other day. Their traffic reporter (who has never had a cavity, no less had a tooth pulled) was scheduled to go in to have all four of her wisdom teeth pulled. To make matters worse, all four of the teeth were ‘impacted’. They decided to give a prize to anyone that could ‘make Nicole cry’ before her appointment.
I didn’t find out about the contest until today (her appointment was apparently yesterday) but it reminded me of my own wisdom tooth story which I posted as a comment on their station’s website:
My uppers came out very easily, no major problems. Lowers were another matter. I ended up changing dentists prior to doing the lowers (I got tired of my prior dentist, who had been my regular dentist since I was about 8, still treating me like I was 8!).
The new dentist was a nice guy but was trying to set up a new office, which was more convenient for me as it was closer to where I lived, but turned out to be inconvenient when getting my lower wisdoms pulled since he was still in the process of setting up the new office.
The first one behaved reasonably well although it took considerably more effort and was less pleasant than either of the uppers. The second, however, had roots that curled inward and didn’t want to come out easy. To make matters worse, the set of pliers he had wouldn’t fit the tooth correctly so he couldn’t get a good grip on it to pull and was worried about chipping my upper molars as the pliers kept wanting to slip off.
By that point in time, he had already numbed me up, removed the one tooth and pulled considerably on the other making it sore even through the novacaine. He asked if I wanted to wait for another day so he could get a fuller set of pliers made to fit a wider variety of tooth sizes and shapes or just keep going. I opted to keep going.
By the time all was said and done, he had to dislocate my jaw to make more room, cut my gum line down 1/4 inch with a scalpel, insert a 2″ rubber block in one side of my mouth to keep my lower jaw steady, have the nurse stand behind me with both hands clasped under my chin to keep my head from moving unnecessarily and sit on top of me with his knee in my chest to get enough leverage to pull. He also ultimately ended up severing the tooth into three separate pieces so he could pull them out independently due to the curled roots.
The entire time, the blood from the incision he made was running to the back of my throat and had to be suctioned constantly and he had to stop twice as the taste of blood and all the activity almost made me pass out twice. And by the time he got the last fragment out, the Novocaine was starting to wear off.
Of course then he still needed to relocate my jaw and stitch up the incision. Then after the fact, the other pulled tooth almost became a ‘dry socket’.
He jested afterward that he wouldn’t want to face me in a fight based on how little I squirmed, twitched or otherwise showed any signs of discomfort. And at least I got some really bitchin pain pills after the fact! lol