I have been going to the dentist for a few weeks now to get a few problem teeth taken care of. He's a super nice dentist, a member of my church, and I really like all the staff. When they asked me if I wanted to use Nitrus (aka- laughing gas) during my procedure, I was all over it. I've had painful dental experiences in the past and really wanted to avoid that horror.
They put the little nose piece on me, turn on the gas, and slowly I start to feel "floaty." This is normal, they tell me. Then my hearing starts to seem amplified. Like I can hear the receptioninst on her phone a few rooms away. I already have Supermom hearing abilities (and a super sence of smell), but this is just freaky. I tell the dental assistant this and she just giggles, not concerned at all. Whatever.
Then I remember something about the dentist's son who was a few years younger than me in high school. And I start to tell the dentist, and his wife who is the assistant, about how their son was a "pretty boy" and too feminine for my taste. This is where my head was telling me to stop talking. But. I. Just. Can't. I can reason with my brain- "you are sooo going to regret this!"- but not my mouth. I even tell them how a friend of mine had a crush on their son for a while. How she always liked younger guys and since he looked about 12 when he was in high school he was just her taste. Even about some "questionable things" this friend did with said younger boys. They tell me they know her. Oops.
The procedure is done and and I am slowly brought back to normal. I fully remeber the drugged conversation, and get out of there as quickly as possible.
Fast forward to earlier today. Same setting, same people, same TMI-when-drugged me. Now I'm not even going to tell you cyber friends what I said to the dentist and crew today. It had to do with my own bad choices as a teen, and I don't want you to know. But I left there feeling completely embarrased and seriously considering finding a new place to take care of my next cavity. I've been feeling like a gigantic fool all afternoon. I told them things even my mom doesn't know.
So now what? Do I assume they will forget? I mean- they give people nitrus everyday- they have probably heard worse, right? Maybe they will think I am a big fat liar and make things up when mentally compromised. I'd be ok with that.
Catch me if you can-
~AJ
5 comments:
Oh, Alaina!! I am trying not to laugh but it is just. too. hard. not to. lol! I'm sorry!
I have no advice. Run, far far away??? lol!
lol! Can't you get it filled without the gas??
Oh...ha ha ha...I need that. Sorry - I'm sure it's not fun to have your morifying experience be just exactly the laugh I needed today. Still, I thank you. And, I'm thinking that I will go for total sedation when I get my wisdom teeth pulled (vs. the gas the dr keeps telling me will do the trick).
I've got it! Next time, MAKE UP stuff! Outlandish stuff that they couldn't possibly believe! Then, when they are thinking it over later, they will assume that you have been making it up all along.
I'm giggling, although if it were me I too would be mortified.
I have to visit your blog just to read this over and over again...it's so funny! I can only imagine the look on your face when you're reflecting on this and your embarrassed little laugh. This story deserves a reward!
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