The monkey jumped upon me. At first, it was right on my head, then turned and clasped my back. I was shaking violently but it did not budge. Finally it did jump away. The monkey was off my back and I woke up. It was a short but strange dream.
Last Saturday started with me waking up from this peculiar dream. The day was to become more peculiar to say the least. I had a dentist’s appointment to get two of my wisdom teeth extracted. Two of them had been giving trouble occasionally and I decided 2012 will be the year to bid goodbye to them. I was bit helped my some of my colleagues who had underwent similar procedures. But a surgery involving anesthesia is always tricky! Naturally I was anxious.
The dentist’s assistant offered a movie-list to me. I could choose one which she said I could “enjoy” while the surgeon went about pulling my teeth off. Well, I did choose my favorite “Being John Malkovich” assuming I will just get myself deep in to the movie and won’t care what the surgeon was doing to me. I couldn’t be more wrong!
The surgeon, Dr Stanley was an affable looking young man. I believe he did his job pretty well considering, he was able to pull the teeth clean without breaking them and within half an hour. There was lot of anesthesia in use as I could not feel any pain. I did hear the “clicking” sound each time the teeth finally gave away. I was rightly advised by my sweet wife to keep my eyes closed and just cut off from the surroundings but I could no do that. Now my advice will be same to anyone else. It is very disconcerting to see the weird tools going in and out of your mouth. At one point, I saw a drill-like machine go in to my mouth and that was it. I wanted to just sit up and holler at the doctor “What are you doing? Are you trying to take my teeth out? The doctor was cool. He did take out both eventually. He also stitched the gums after that. I asked the doctor to give the teeth back to me as I intend to keep them as souvenirs. After all, I was so “attached” to them for so long.
All’s well that ends well, right? Except I wont be able to watch Being John Malkovich again!
One very important thing is to take pain killer medicine shortly after the extraction. Of course, I did not. When the pain hit me, it made me forget everything else. I always “knew” but then I “discovered” the meaning of the word “excruciating”. As I said, it was avoidable. As soon as the Vicodin (God bless the person who invented it), entered my system, the pain wore off. I am now on a liquid diet until I get the stitches removed on Friday!
Hopefully, the monkey will be off my back then.
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