OK, here goes. Long but you asked.
I’m a dental coward. I admit it. In fact it’s not even that, it’s the injections which meant i used to have the fillings done without anaesthetic which is probably why I hate having dental work done so much. I’m over the injections now (mainly) but still hate having work done.
So I had a rear molar that over the years has been cracked and filled so often it’s more filling than tooth. Then it cracked again, the dentist tried to reglue it, but said if it cracked again really the only option was to take it out. But being a coward, he said we’d schedule it at a time when I could have a sedative first because he didn’t want to work on it with me squirming in the chair. All good so far……..
And then it cracked. Big time. With massive throbbing toothache that being a man i convinced my self that if I ignored it, despite all the previous, would go away. Did it ****. Of course it got worse until I begged an emergency appointment.
It had early stages of an abscess (**** knows what a proper one’s like – not a plan for future investigation) and the dentist said that a/ time was up, time to get it out, and b/ ideally he’d like to treat it with antibiotics and give it a few days to settle in which time I could schedule someone to take care of me after the sedative. Or as he could see from my pleading eyes; c/ just pull the **** out. Amazing how brave pain makes you, c/ was signed up for as fast as the words were out of his mouth.
So i had to go and wait in the w/room while he did another appointment and then i was back in. That’s where the fun started, because apparently infection can block the anaesthetic, and despite having shots all around the nerves in the back corner of my jaw, it wasn’t going numb. So he went for plan b (is it d/ now) which is shots down between tooth and socket, which avoided the infection but as we shall see later, can wear off quite suddenly and almost without warning.
So with visions of ‘is it safe’ swimming in and out of my mind, he sets to with lifters and pliers. And it seems to be going quite well until with an alarming crack and jolt, the rest of the tooth comes off leaving the roots behind. On the plus side – there’s no backing out now……
So it’s lifters agogo now, and they’re not budging despite some fairly hefty straining and neck wrenching. That’s not totally true, some bits are coming out but it’s not ‘roots’. Then he admits defeat – he’s beaten (for now)
But….. and big but – his colleague next door is actually trained in proper difficult extraction stuff at the University Hospital and maybe she has a tip he can use. Would I mind if he got her to have a look? Mind? I nearly marched into her room myself (I think it was only that my hands had clawed so far into the arms of the chair that meant I couldn’t get up) So she came in, a tiny slip of an oriental lady, had a quick look, looked at a past x-ray, said something about something and then (addressing me) said ‘my word, you have been through the wars, but don’t worry, I know what to do. I’ve just got to finish next doors and then I’ll come back’
Well; I was happy with her confidence, less so with her physique given Vik hanging off what felt like a bastard bar fitted over his lifter had conspicuously failed to manage it. But as noted, no backing out now.
10 minutes later, she’s back. She has a quick look and a quick prise with the lifter and………
and……..
and……..
remember that bit up there where i said the injection down between tooth and gum can wear off suddenly and without warning? Well, 10 minutes waiting had provided just the opportunity it needed.
If i didn’t have assorted metalwork and fingers hanging out of my mouth, Miss Lee would have heard language of the sort she’d previously been unaware of. As it was, it was more of a muffled graaarrgghhhh, but it had the desired effect and more shots were administered. And then with a gentle tweak and a quick twist and I’m bringing up roots like a magician does that eggs in the mouth trick. All technique, no force needed. Job done and out of there in 5 minutes (compared to about 40-odd previously)
To the OP. Except for the infection generated problems and hence the down the tooth / wearing off, i didn’t feel a thing. I wouldn’t volunteer to have it done every day, but if that was a bad one, a simple extraction would be easy.
Last thought – once the roots were out and the bits of preabscess were washed out and packed then all of a sudden the massive doses of anaesthetic I’d had in the nerves back of the jaw all took effect, and half of my head went numb for 12 hours. Which was nice.