Doctor, fix my faaaace!

[stillane]

So... I don't remember fillings being quite this much of an experience the last time. Granted, that was ten years ago. *is still bitter about needing these first ones in permanent teeth*

At the moment, though, I'm wondering how long I'm going to feel like a stroke victim. I kid you not - I'm numb from the cheekbones down. This is what I get for deciding to tough it out and do both sides at the same time, I guess, but jeez... They ought to make a quick reverse for the novocaine family. I miss my lower lip. (No. Literally. I just tried to drink hot chocolate - because of course I didn't do breakfast - and the only thing keeping my dog from laughing is anatomy.)

Well, off to work to make funny faces at the animals. (Which is different from other days in no way other than the level of voluntary control I have over said faces.) On the up side, I doubt they'll make me answer phones for a while. *g*

Comments

[feartheotter.livejournal.com]

While there are a number of different ways I could go with this (*wicked grin*), I'll just say, oh to be a fly on the wall. ;)

Though for what it's worth, I may have to soon get my first filling ever :x So karma may balance me out on that one.

[stillane.livejournal.com]

First: :P

Second: My dentist was very, very concerned about how I'd handle the experience. It took a solid five minutes of his hand-holding approach for me to figure out he thought I'd never had one, and by then I didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise. I wound up having to go to work, and then come back to have a rough edge ground off, and I thought the poor guy was going to hug me. I had to work hard to convince him I wasn't traumatized. :>

In all honesty, though, (aside from the unfortunate numb quotient) it wasn't all that bad. Promise. In and done in an hour, and the tooth-colored fillings blend seamlessly.

May the wisdom teeth follow such a pattern.

[feartheotter.livejournal.com]

I'll see your :P and raise you an eyebrow ;)

And aw. At least 'e was sweet about it.
(Note: I am tempted to make a sappyweird comment about how I like yer rough edges, but... well, I sort of just did, didn't I?)

I dunno, I'm not too worried. It's just been too long since I've had a dental appointment, and I need to schedule one before I go back to CO, especially since it feels like somethin' funky's going on with one of my lower incisors.

Wisdom teeth. Bah. I need to get those looked at too. :/ I'm not entirely convinced they're coming in straight. But as you art wise, I'm sure there won't be any problems with your teeth of wisdom. QX^D (note the Davy Crockett hat)

[enname.livejournal.com]

Hee. Last time I had major dental work done (I was eight!) they numbed my face and I bit clear through my lip. The stitches for that ended up being more trouble than the dental stuff. Plus they didn't dare give me too much local anaesthetic for the stitches cause.. well look what happened the first time ;P

*joins your dog*

I'd invest in straws. *nods*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

I did something very similar as a kid (although not quite to the stitch-needing extreme)! See, I bite my lip fairly regularly anyway, and without the actual sensation of pain to impose some limits... Yeah. Ow. Did learn my lesson, though, and never did it again. We're the smart ones. *g*

Still worry at my lip, however. This fact has had occasion to get me into further trouble, even. My mom always insisted that scar tissue would develop and eventually I would lose all feeling in the structure. And then, one day while woriking in a lab with toads, I realizes that my bottom lip did, indeed, have no sensation. The first thought in my head was, Crap. How the hell am I going to avoid telling Mom?

Luckily, the problem wasn't quite that dire. Just weird. As it turns out, there really are some species of toad with neurotoxic secretions, and rubbing one's lip after fondling such toads will get you a very numb appendage. Learn something new every day. *g*

[enname.livejournal.com]

*shoves the cat's arse out of her face* Cupboard love will not get you anywhere animal!

Right : P

I was actually eating when it happened. Missed the food and got my lip instead. Right through. You are right though, I never did it again. In fact I didn't go to the dentist for a good six years after that one. *nod* Perhaps not the moral I was meant to take from the story...

:P

I always bite my lips, usually until they bleed. They peel all the time anyway from far too many years of flute playing (blowing cold air over your lips leads to perpetual chaffing and cracked ones) ... my mother always used to say 'you'll never be able to wear any lipstick and they'll go numb'. My reply might have been 'at least it'd stop the pain!'

*laughs* Oh dear. Some toads need to come with warning labels such as 'wash hands'. Hee. I wonder if the dentist and the toads are in cahoots? I have suspicions.