On Root Canals and Sedatives...

Monday morning I woke up with a toothache. I called my dentist and paid him a visit that afternoon. My worst fears were confirmed and I needed a root canal. He prescribed me Vicodin and an antibiotic and got me into the endodontist the next day for the procedure. Good thing for that Vicodin because by Monday night I was in terrible pain. By Tuesday morning after taking more Vicodin than prescribed the pain was still extreme. By the time I got to the endodontist I was excited for the root canal!

When the option of a local anesthetic or sedation were offered to me, I chose sedation because I didn't want to feel anything else. The nurse gave me some crushed up pills, I laid down in the chair, turned on Dr. Phil, and she put the little gas mask on my nose. That's the last I remember until Wednesday morning.....

The following is what apparently took place in that period of time:

When the procedure was finished the nurse took Jaymee back into the room and was explaining to her the do's and don'ts of taking care of me for the rest of the evening. I piped up in my slurred speach and said "Make her bring me pillows and blankets!" Then as the nurse was wheeling me outside in the wheelchair and Jaymee was pulling my car up, I threw up all over myself and the wheelchair. It was at that point that I said, "This reminds me of that part on Baby Mama where she has green puke all over her arm." All I'm going to say in description of mine is that I had just chugged an entire bottle of bright blue Gatorade...neon green. So the nurse went back inside and got paper towels and a plastic bag in case I got sick again. Before putting me into the car they tried to wipe me off but I had thrown up right down my front which means there was a lot of vomit in my crotch. The nurse handed me a paper towel and said, "I'm not going to rub you there." Hahaha! That's good because I would feel very badly if I had been violated and then didn't even remember it.

So they finally get me into the car after this entire ordeal and the nurse goes back inside. I was in just a short sleeve shirt so I had gotten cold and I told Jaymee that I wanted to put my hoodie on. So she pulls around to the back of the building because I need to take my puke covered short sleeve shirt off before putting on my hoodie. So I take off my tee shirt and then proceed to have a 10 minute conversation with Jaymee before putting my hoodie on. All the while we are sitting right outside of the windows at the back of the dental office, I'm sure someone got a nice view.

When Jaymee got me back to my apartment in Ogden it was dark and raining. When she was trying to get me inside I bent over and put my head on the stairs and started laughing really hard. Then I finally got inside and upstairs to my room and this is the first memory that I have; I remember walking into my bedroom and taking one look at my bed and thinking, "Yeah, I'm going to sleep!" But just as I tried to throw myself onto my bed Jaymee stopped me and said, "NO! You have to get out of your puke clothes first!" So I changed...well, I didn't they had to do most of it for me, and then I crashed. They kept trying to get me to drink stuff because they thought I was dehydrated but everytime that I drank something I would vomit. I only remember getting sick once and I have two words...neon green.

Jaymee was going to the store so she asked me if I wanted anything to eat. My only request...Chessmen cookies! Mmmm! Now I'm awake, coherent, and not in pain. Life is good!