Today I had a consultation with an oral surgeon to have my wisdom teeth extracted, something I've been putting off for the past 5 years. This is me- someone who has a panic attack at the thought of having a filling, mind you.
My jaw has been hurting, and I couldn't ignore it any more, so I finally called to set up the consultation last week. They said, "Oh, we just happen to have an opening next week!" Next week? I was hoping for a little more stalling time than that.
So today I go in to meet the doc. I'm sitting there, nervous as all heck and he comes in and asks me how I'm doing. I hesitated for a moment and he said "What are ya, chicken?" I'm thinking- This is the DOCTOR? The guy who's going to yank 4 teeth out of my mouth? Oy.
I answer, "Well, yeah, in this instance." He goes over to look at my x-rays and says, "Wow! You should be!" Yeah, way to reassure me doc.
According to his staff, he's always like this. I told I him I was nervous because I've never had anesthesia before and asked what happens if I am allergic. he says, "Nothing, I'll just keep working. We've got everything an emergency room does if your heart happens to stop or anything like that." With the straightest face imaginable. What kind of bedside manner is this???
Oddly enough, I left the exam room feeling pretty calm. Apparently the fact that he made such light of the whole thing made me feel less nervous. Until I got to the desk:
"So, how's this Friday?" WHAT????? Lord, no! At least give me a few days to process this. But guess what? This Friday the thing that I've been dreading and worrying about for 5 years will take place with Doctor Goofball in command. I'm gonna need that Valium!