I think I’m the biggest chicken I know. Tomorrow I will have my four wisdom teeth extracted. “Extracted” sounds like such a painful and dramatic word. I’m a 45 year old control freak who has never been under anesthesia so the thought of being completely out like a light is making me nervous, anxious, scared, oh and a wee bit terrified. I know it’s not like I’m experiencing some kind of life or death situation but still, I shudder at the thought of 4 teeth (that aren’t even poking through my gums, mind you) being extracted from my head. Shudder.
I made the mistake of Googling “how does anesthesia work?” and apparently you’re pretty much in a coma. Great. I scheduled a little alone time, coma-style. Then of course I had to read about the risks: Suffocation, allergic reaction, organ failure, stroke and death. No biggie. I have a very active imagination (which has become my blood pressure’s worst enemy) and was able to come up with 20 other lovely “what-if” scenarios to enhance my freak out:
- What if the anesthesia makes me puke? I haven’t puked in 28 years (impressive, right?)
- What if I’m so out of it, I try to hit on the oral surgeon?
- What if I try to hit on the nurse?
- What if I do something crazy stupid and my husband records me and puts it on YouTube?
- What if it hurts?
- What if the pain meds make me sick?
- What if I become addicted to the meds?
- What if I’m so addicted to the meds I end up robbing a Rite Aid or Walgreens?
- What if the swelling never goes down?
- What if they severe a nerve and my face is paralyzed?
- What if I get an infection?
- What if I start hallucinating?
- What if they get in there and accidentally crack a good tooth?
- What if I swallow my tongue?
- What if I’m belligerent or crazy when I wake up and the office puts a “crazy lady” notation in my file?
- What if I wake up and I start to tell embarrassing stories?
- What if I can’t breathe because my nose is stuffed up from allergies?
- What if I have to go to the bathroom during surgery? Is that possible?
- What if my blood pressure is so high that something bursts internally?
- What if I’m worrying about all of this for nothing?
That’s the note I’ll end on. I’m probably worrying about all of this for nothing. I’ll just suck it up and think of it this way: I’ll have a four day weekend, I’ll get to eat ice cream and pudding, my family will wait on me for a few days, I’ll be drugged for a couple days…Hey, maybe this won’t be so bad after all! But I’m still a chicken butt.

I was going to call you then I read your blog. Just go with number 20. It will all turn out fine. I will give mike a call in the late afternoon to see how you are doing. Love you, don’t worry, be happy.
Cindy
Thanks mom. I’ll try not to worry (but will) and I’m sure I’ll be happy when it’s over
Good luck! I’m sure it will all be fine; it’s a routine surgery. Just take care of yourself in recovery!
Thanks Steph. I’m surprised how much that procedure wiped me out. Getting back in the saddle but no running yet! Good luck this weekend!!
Good luck, you’ll be just fine. Try having your tonsils out at age 69.
Ugh…tonsil removal sounds fun too! Things went fine. Just trying to get back into the swing of things! Thanks!