So this week I finally had my two teeth out. I had been waiting since June last year. It took so long for various reasons, the referral to the hospital kept getting lost and twice they denied it. But I eventually got an appointment in April.
I still then had to push for a pre op assessment, they said I could be waiting for quite a few weeks… but I’d already been waiting for a year.
Anyway last month I was booked in for the pre assessment and that all went fine and two weeks after I was booked in to have my teeth out, but it got cancelled and rearranged at the last minute.
So I went in again the next week, spoke to the doctors and stuff, got changed and because it was a Saturday and they only had skeleton staff on and because of my complex health issues they refused to do it just in case anything went wrong.
I was so cross, angry and frustrated! Mainly because of how long it had all taken to get to this point in the first place but also because it was the first time I’d sat in the men’s waiting room, so that was quite daunting but cool at the same time. It was a big deal for me and it’s something I don’t think they really appreciated.
Anyway it got rearranged for this month and again saw all the Docs’s etc. But when it came to the anaesthesiologist, he wanted to sedate me instead of putting me under general anaesthetic. Now this really stressed me out and made me anxious, again because it had taken so long to get here but also I’ve had sedation before and it’s not worked, so I was extremely apprehensive and anxious about it, not really the feelings you want to have before you get put to sleep.
It made me feel like I wasn’t listened too and it was something totally out of my control, which at the moment control over things of sorts helps make me feel better. But I think a lot of that is due to top surgery coming up and that’s a huge deal and a lot of that feels out of my control.
I tried my best to just let it go and trust but I couldn’t. But to my surprise the sedation actually worked! Which I was grateful for but then felt bad for giving the guy a hard time and I felt frustrated with myself that something like that caused such a reaction inside.
I’m trying my best to keep on top of these intense emotions, but I think it’s just apart of who I am and it will be something I’ll always have to work on.
After all that stress, everything went fine and I got home and rested the rest of the day and yesterday. I’m sure I’ll continue to heal well.