Re It begins with me taking two different sedative-hypnotics, an hour before
the procedures, in the morning, on an empty stomach . . . The doctor came in,
quickly gave me four shots of novocaine, into the left side of my mouth, then
began sliding an IV into a vein on the top of my hand.:
WTF!? When I've had root-canal treatment (or crowns) I was simply injected
with a local anaesthetic. After a five-minute wait the dentist got on with it.
(Maybe you had an abscessed tooth, which can up the ante?)
For me the part of visiting the dentist I dread is when they clean my teeth.
That electric tooth-polisher with the rotating circular pad always tickles my
gums and tongue and I inevitably start giggling and spluttering. The dentist
usually has to give up! On my way out I do get funny looks from the other
anxious patients in the waiting area who probably read me as an SM devotee.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XB7R0ZxNgC4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XB7R0ZxNgC4
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, fleetwood_macncheese@... wrote :
No, it isn't the latest single by Paris Hilton. This is what the state of
consciousness (SOC) is called, that I experienced, during my recent dental
visit (two crowns and a root canal). It begins with me taking two different
sedative-hypnotics, an hour before the procedures, in the morning, on an empty
stomach. My wife drove me down to the oral surgery office. I was immediately
led to a chair, and reclined. The doctor came in, quickly gave me four shots of
novocaine, into the left side of my mouth, then began sliding an IV into a vein
on the top of my hand. I remembered wanting to tell him how it didn't hurt, and
then I was ...consciously sedated.
The next thing I remember was staring at a large framed screen, like an
Etch-A-Sketch, only it filled my vision, and the frame was a mix of art deco
and futuristic. The entire thing looked like it had been spray-painted a matte
gold. I stared at it a long time (10 minutes? 2 hours?), then hands began
reaching into the screen, from the side. They were also colored gold. The
perspective was like having eyes down my throat, looking up.
I continued to come to, slowly, and could follow voice requests, to, open
wider. I was aware enough to determine linearity of my experience, but that
was all. Afterwards, the doc said I fell asleep and was actually snoring. In
addition, the hypnotics prevent the brain from forming memory pathways during
the experience, so I literally have very, very little memory of an over three
hour procedure. It happens again in a week, for the right side, sans root
canal, thank God.
PS It has been raining buckets all day long.
