So I just left my consultation with the oral surgeon. Whoa. I am frustrated and upset and also amused at myself because I am questioning the office’s ability to get informed consent from any of its patients. Which is pretty random and unhelpful, to be honest.
We walk in 20 minutes early to fill out forms. H settles into some homework so he can drop me at the metro after my appointment (how sweet!).
There is no one at the desk and I am completely ignored for 15 minutes; then at 5 before 9:00 I here a voice from the back saying “Please don’t start knocking, we know you are there.” I still haven’t seen an actual person.
Once my x-rays are taken, I’m sent back into the lobby with H. A few minutes later, the receptionist brings out x-rays and starts explaining them to me. However, she can’t answer my most basic questions like which side is which and I’m starting to feel stressed out. I need to see an actual doctor. Then, she says the craziest thing: Want to do it now?
Seriously? Do WHAT? You literally have given me no information and are asking if I want to have a mysterious and as of yet unnamed medical procedure performed.
So, it turns out she wants to pull out my tooth right then and there in “only forty-five minutes.” Hmmm…. Nope, I don’t think so.
Apparently there is no recovery time and I’ll just bounce my way out the door. And also, there’s no need for anesthesia or even laughing gas, unless I’m just some kind of unstable mental case [I am] or just want to throw away my money [I do].
So, I scheduled for Friday at 2 pm. Happy Veteran’s Day to me! And, I’m only getting 2/4 teeth done, since that is what they recommend even though every person I know gets 4 out at a time. None of this makes any sense to me. I have no idea what is happening or what they are going to do to me.
If I survive my Friday appointment, I’m going to be some kind of mythical conquering warrior princess equivalent to giving birth alone in the wilderness or hiking the entire Appalachian Trail in a blizzard or surviving nuclear fallout with only a tiny hatchet and a brown paper bag.
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