Me either.
I do my best to stay out of ERs.
A couple weeks ago, the dentist pulled a broken tooth that he says was finally going to be a problem if I didn’t. I’m too cheap for an implant and no one can really see the gap.
Anyway he said the last person who got the procedure didn’t remember a thing.
I took a valium right before as prescribed and I dozed for a few minutes and felt nothing. He did the gas and it wasn’t enough for me.
Every little thing I felt and heard every word he and the assistant said.
I didn’t want to.
When in that sort of dazed state, I have too much time to think and usually focus on all the bad things in memory. There were some tears but not from the physical pain, just the endless loop of bad memories that won’t stop running.
After I got up and out of the chair, I felt ok. Not woozy or anything.
A lady walked me to the door and down the stairs. I walked around the block just fine to the pharmacy for prescription pain pills. It was a 30 minute wait so I walked to my makeshift garage about 50 yards away and spun my old Blazer on jackstands over. It’s relaxing hearing a 350 run.
No worries about CO poisoning there, too many openings and roof leaks. It’s an old metal building. I have eyes on the place a lot and the local PD rolls by regularly.
I shut down, locked up, got my pills, and walked just fine another half a block home.
The joy of the burbs.
I needed the pain pills about 3 or 4 times at most.
I had 8 molars removed on the same day——no big deal these days.
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I can relate. Sometimes I do that without meds.
Sucks outliving friends and family...