So, funny story that includes an oral surgeon, which is close enough to a dentist in my mind.
In college I had to have my wisdom teeth removed. The bottom ones were hidden beneath the gums, and were something called "sideways bony-impacted" which meant it was more of an ordeal than just grabbing the pliers and yanking them out of there. In my pre-procedure appointment the guy gave me a prescription and instructions to take two percocets and three valiums about 30 minutes before arrival. I never took any drugs even remotely like that so my system was totally new to metabolizing them. Obviously someone had to drive me.
I lived about 30 minutes away, so I took the meds and me and my mom got on our way. About halfway there I noticed I began to feel drowsy, but it was nothing I couldn't handle, I thought. By the time I got there and mom let me out near the door before she parked, I could really feel the drowsiness as I tried to get out of the SUV and on my feet. I walked in, went to the window and signed in, and then went and sat down. After a minute or so the receptionist opened the little window thingy and called me back up to get papers to fill out. I tried to get up out of the waiting room chair.....and failed. It felt like a thousand pounds was weighing me down and my legs just couldn't do it. With great--and I mean great--effort and willpower, I managed to get up and go get the papers. I started filling them out and anxiously wondered how I was going to get up again, because I could feel it getting worse by the minute.
Then I had to pee. By that time mom was in the waiting room with me and she was able to help me up. Standing once I was up wasn't as bad, but getting myself up was nearly impossible. I turned in my paperwork and asked where the bathroom was. They brought me out of the waiting room and showed me the bathroom door. I walked in and prepared to do my business.
That was my last completely lucid memory.
The next thing I remembered was becoming semi-conscious, and I could hear the oral surgeon's voice talking to somebody. I was aware of jerking around inside my mouth, but I could tell everything was numb. I either didn't open my eyes or I couldn't see. It was just a brief moment of cognizance of my situation, and the last thing I remember thinking was "Oh, I guess they started. Well, I can't feel anything, I might as well go back to......."
After that, the next thing I remember was waking up in my bed, my mom was trying to shove some pudding in my mouth and telling me I needed to eat something. Groggily, I forced myself to wake up enough to ask her was it over, how did it go, and I guess I'm home already? She laughed and told me "That was yesterday morning. You slept the entire rest of the day, all night, and now it's noon the next day, and you need to wake up and eat."
I said that the last thing I remembered was going in the bathroom, and I didn't know what happened after that. She laughed again and said "Well. About that. You never came out, and you locked the door. They knocked and knocked on the door and called for you, but you didn't answer. So they had to get the key and let themselves in. They said you were slumped against the wall on the floor, hands on your knees, staring off into space. It took three nurses to get you up off the floor and into the room where he did the procedure."
I immediately wondered: Did I get my pants back up or was I just sitting there on the floor flashing the jewels for all to see?
I didn't ask, and to this day, I don't want to know.
