Jan 27 2003
When I was a kid, I had a pretty low tolerance for pain. Ok, I was a little cry baby. So recently, after having so much dental work done and not having all that much pain to deal with, I was thinking, “Hey, maybe I have just gotten a lot higher pain threshold and this surgery will be a piece of cake”. Well all I have to say about that is “HOOO-LEEE CRAAAAP”. When I came to in the recovery room, I actually remember telling the nurse to shoot me and being quite serious about it. They had already given me as much pain killer as they could and couldn’t put me back on the gas for some reason. So they were scrambling to find something else they could give me. Meanwhile, I’m laying over here going into convulsions with my teeth chattering so hard that I thought I was going to break them all. And all the shaking didn’t help the pain go away either. I don’t know what they finally gave me but the pain started to die down and I got something to hold in my mouth to stop my teeth. Then the doctor comes in and tells me that I have to come into his office the next day. I wasn’t too happy about that.
