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Got my wisdom teeth taken out today...

Kind of a weird experience.

I still have three. Every dentist has made the claim for the last 30 years that they must come out, immediately! Typical dentist BS.

One came out because it broke, the rest are fine and dandy, after all this time, go figure.
 
I still have three. Every dentist has made the claim for the last 30 years that they must come out, immediately! Typical dentist BS.

One came out because it broke, the rest are fine and dandy, after all this time, go figure.

The reason dentists hate them is when the get a cavity they are very difficult to drill and fill since they are so far back.
 
The reason dentists hate them is when the get a cavity they are very difficult to drill and fill since they are so far back.

Some people dont have room for them, they are constant pain with high likelihood of infection....mine had to go.
 
Kind of a weird experience.

Every surgical experience is surreal. People with masked faces murmuring as they prepare, the anesthesia, the lighting, the surgical theater, the physical and psychological sensations of helplessness..... How did I get here..... the detachment however momentary from reality and pain...... the sense of not being the subject but the observer

During the same procedure I had three wisdom teeth and one molar removed. Two of the teeth were abscessed by the infection. One was cracked in half, the crown gone and the wound open, sensitive to both heat and cold. A wisdom tooth had destroyed a molar and been left in my mouth to replace the destroyed molar. I woke with a mouth full of cotton. Not what we usually call cotton mouth, but great balls of cotton, or at least they seemed great at the moment. I was waiting for the procedure to commence, when finally asking a nurse or assistant when it would start, and she responded "the procedure is complete, we're waiting for you to wake from the anesthesia. Something was missing, I couldn't quite identify what was missing. It was the pain from those now removed teeth. I had learned to live with the pain, and it was gone. I didn't recognize the relief, just the absence. And then noticing, slowly, that coppery taste of blood in my mouth. I was no longer whole, asking myself "am I the same person?" Still not recognizing the rest of my body, still detached from it all, the nurse had to be wrong, when are they starting.......? My wife greeting me, telling me to stand, helping me put on my jacket, leading me to our car for the ride home, nothing appeared real. But she was next to me and I didn't care about anything but her presence. She parked the car, we were home. How did that happen. She pulled out a small flask, chugged a slug, and offered it to me. The heat of the brandy was welcome. We left the car, she held me under the arm and we walked inside. She sat me in the recliner and I slept, A deep sleep with odd unremembered dreams. The feel of my wife's body curled against mine. It felt right. Her lips on my cheek, deeper sleep.
 
Did they knock you out?
 
In 1990, it was Friday evening, after I'd worked, showered, and gone out for the evening. I stopped at a friend's house. Not long after I got there, I suddenly began having pain in my mouth. Within an hour, it was extremely painful. Unfortunately it was Friday evening, which means I had to just deal with the increasing pain until at least Monday.

I went and saw a maxillofacial surgeon, and he said that all 4 wisdom teeth had to go. I was given sodium pentothal and N2O and put to sleep. I woke up, but was so groggy that I almost couldn't remember activities over the next 30 mins.

Afterwards, my entire lower face swelled up, and I spent the next day or more dribbling blood into a bucket(the doctor said NO spitting, only use gravity to allow the blood/saliva mix to dribble out, otherwise the wounds would be reopened). I was given opiods for the 1st time ever(Percodan) + ibuprofen.

Then after a few days, the swelling went down, the pain mostly subsided, and back to work I went. A couple days later, the left side of my face swelled up again, and the pain returned. Long story short, I was back and forth from the same maxillofacial surgeon several times, with his INSISTENCE that the problem was due to me not scrubbing the (painful)wounds properly, leaving food particles inside.

I went to see him at least 3 more times, but the swelling remained, no matter how hard I brushed that wound!

Then, I'm speaking with a friend, who'd had his wisdom teeth removed a year or 2 earlier, and he said he'd been through the identical problem, but the source of the infection and swelling turned out NOT to be due to 'ineffective tooth brushing of the wound'. It turned out, that the surgeon had left some bone fragments deep in the wound, which caused the infection. But that was only discovered after his mother INSISTED on more x-rays! I asked my friend which surgeon he had dealt with. Well, guess who it was......... It was the SAME guy I was dealing with!

So I went back to his office, my face still swollen for at least 2 more weeks after the initial surgery, and at first, he gave me the same b.s. line that I wasn't brushing well enough(for the 4th time), but I told him about my friend's surgical troubles, and demanded an x-ray.

They x-rayed it, and the nurse came in and nervously explained that there was bone debris inside the wound, which was the whole problem! I had them re-do the surgery on that spot, and sure enough, the swelling went down after a few more days of dribbling and pain. I continued brushing as before, but suffered no more problems, which shows that I had been brushing adequately all along!
 
Other than the bloody mouth after, made worse because I couldn't stop smoking cigarettes, my extraction was about as pleasurable as one could hope. It was the first time I had laughing gas...and my dentist happened to teach extractions at the nearby university, so was pretty good at them. The only disappointment I had was when it was time to come down from the gas. But that was soon replaced with lovely percs… It was a muddy few days. :)
 
Other than the bloody mouth after, made worse because I couldn't stop smoking cigarettes, my extraction was about as pleasurable as one could hope. It was the first time I had laughing gas...and my dentist happened to teach extractions at the nearby university, so was pretty good at them. The only disappointment I had was when it was time to come down from the gas. But that was soon replaced with lovely percs… It was a muddy few days. :)

Did they tell you to let the blood dribble and NOT to spit, due to the internal vacuum pressure created in your mouth when spitting, which can cause the open, healing wounds to re-open? I too smoked when mine were removed, and I had to be careful when taking drags on a cigarette due to the same potential problem with internal mouth vacuum pressure.

That was my 1st experience with perco-anything. The only opioids I'd previously been prescribed, were codeine, which didn't have any euphoric effect like Percodan did. I had a major muscle pull in my mid back about 4 years later, and was given Percocet. Those opioids led to problems with 'stronger' 'non-prescription opioids' between late 1997 to early 2000.
 
Kind of a weird experience.

I remember having mine extracted; they were impacted.

Prior to having them removed, I'd heard various people extol the "entertaining" virtues of opium-based/-like painkillers, so I thought it'd be sort of interesting to finally get to see what they were on about. Well, I did, and I didn't like it at all. I wondered why on Earth anyone would want to feel that way...."loopy" for the brief period I was awake after taking them and about ten minutes later, off to sleep. I was looking forward to feeling up and peppy and lucid and whatnot. It was so not that at all.

To this day, I just don't, and I suppose I won't, understand the appeal of opiates, to say nothing of why people use them "recreationally." I just don't get how someone would, after their existential need for opiates, comes subsequently to want to keep using them. Yes, of course, they apparently like the feeling opiates produce and that I find awful....I just don't see why.

The next time I was prescribed opiates (after an abdominal surgery), I still didn't like the feeling. I used the Perco-whatevers for the first day and then switched to four Advils on the second day of my recovery. They killed the pain enough and didn't make me feel "loopy" and stupefied.
 
I remember having mine extracted; they were impacted.

Prior to having them removed, I'd heard various people extol the "entertaining" virtues of opium-based/-like painkillers, so I thought it'd be sort of interesting to finally get to see what they were on about. Well, I did, and I didn't like it at all. I wondered why on Earth anyone would want to feel that way...."loopy" for the brief period I was awake after taking them and about ten minutes later, off to sleep. I was looking forward to feeling up and peppy and lucid and whatnot. It was so not that at all.

To this day, I just don't, and I suppose I won't, understand the appeal of opiates, to say nothing of why people use them "recreationally." I just don't get how someone would, after their existential need for opiates, comes subsequently to want to keep using them. Yes, of course, they apparently like the feeling opiates produce and that I find awful....I just don't see why.

The next time I was prescribed opiates (after an abdominal surgery), I still didn't like the feeling. I used the Perco-whatevers for the first day and then switched to four Advils on the second day of my recovery. They killed the pain enough and didn't make me feel "loopy" and stupefied.

Then you are lucky....... NOT enjoying the feelings from opioid drugs is a very good thing! After having my wisdom teeth pulled, I was given Percodan for the first time. Aside from crappy codeine, it was my 1st opioid experience. I never had to take more than 1 pill to get a perfect effect. There are some people who use opioids to the point of "nodding" out. I never saw the point in that. If you just wanted to sleep, buy some sleeping pills! Same thing with benzodiazepines like valium and Xanax. There are people who take them, and just nod out in mid day. Some take them with opioids. It makes no sense!

To me, 1 Percodan or Percocet would remove all depression, anxiety, and replace it with what can only be described as a 'warm blanket of euphoric contentedness'. It felt like a higher state of basic happiness with life. To me, a euphoric dose was all that was ever needed, and despite being categorized as a depressant, it actually gave me(and many others) a feeling of rejuvenation.

Granted, if you take a slightly higher dose and you're sitting around alone with nothing to do, you may eventually feel a little drowsy, but you could say the same of alcohol.

That's why people keep doing it until they become addicted. To many people, opioids are like heaven on Earth, and that's actually not a good thing.... You are better off not liking it. I feel the same way about marijuana that you do with opioids. It never gave me the positive effect that it does for many others. It made me feel burnt out within an hour or 2 of smoking it, and I had a very low tolerance due to turning it down most of the time.
 
I still have three. Every dentist has made the claim for the last 30 years that they must come out, immediately! Typical dentist BS.

One came out because it broke, the rest are fine and dandy, after all this time, go figure.

same here. i have two left, both impacted. the one that broke got pulled. unless it gets painful, i will not be having them dig the other two out of my jawbone while i sit there awake. **** that.
 
Every surgical experience is surreal. People with masked faces murmuring as they prepare, the anesthesia, the lighting, the surgical theater, the physical and psychological sensations of helplessness..... How did I get here..... the detachment however momentary from reality and pain...... the sense of not being the subject but the observer

During the same procedure I had three wisdom teeth and one molar removed. Two of the teeth were abscessed by the infection. One was cracked in half, the crown gone and the wound open, sensitive to both heat and cold. A wisdom tooth had destroyed a molar and been left in my mouth to replace the destroyed molar. I woke with a mouth full of cotton. Not what we usually call cotton mouth, but great balls of cotton, or at least they seemed great at the moment. I was waiting for the procedure to commence, when finally asking a nurse or assistant when it would start, and she responded "the procedure is complete, we're waiting for you to wake from the anesthesia. Something was missing, I couldn't quite identify what was missing. It was the pain from those now removed teeth. I had learned to live with the pain, and it was gone. I didn't recognize the relief, just the absence. And then noticing, slowly, that coppery taste of blood in my mouth. I was no longer whole, asking myself "am I the same person?" Still not recognizing the rest of my body, still detached from it all, the nurse had to be wrong, when are they starting.......? My wife greeting me, telling me to stand, helping me put on my jacket, leading me to our car for the ride home, nothing appeared real. But she was next to me and I didn't care about anything but her presence. She parked the car, we were home. How did that happen. She pulled out a small flask, chugged a slug, and offered it to me. The heat of the brandy was welcome. We left the car, she held me under the arm and we walked inside. She sat me in the recliner and I slept, A deep sleep with odd unremembered dreams. The feel of my wife's body curled against mine. It felt right. Her lips on my cheek, deeper sleep.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ....Ho Hum...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
 
Then you are lucky....... NOT enjoying the feelings from opioid drugs is a very good thing!

I agree.

There are some people who use opioids to the point of "nodding" out. I never saw the point in that. If you just wanted to sleep, buy some sleeping pills! Same thing with benzodiazepines like valium and Xanax. There are people who take them, and just nod out in mid day. Some take them with opioids. It makes no sense!

...Nor to me....

Granted, if you take a slightly higher dose and you're sitting around alone with nothing to do, you may eventually feel a little drowsy, but you could say the same of alcohol.

I don't care for alcohol buzzes either.

I feel the same way about marijuana that you do with opioids. It never gave me the positive effect that it does for many others. It made me feel burnt out within an hour or 2 of smoking it, and I had a very low tolerance due to turning it down most of the time.

In college I rather liked pot. After about a year-and-a-half into my first job, however, I just didn't have time for it; I had decided to focus developing my career and that meant having to use my spare time to get better and more skilled at what I was doing. That happened during my non-socializing weekend time, and the extra sleeping that pot induced cut into that time. (The time thing with mushrooms and acid was why I never got into them either. Even in college I didn't have 12-18 hours to sleep after doing that stuff.) I also had other things do with my money. I earned a decent enough wage for my position, but I had a mortgage, saving, a car note, a social life, and all the rest that comes with being young and independent. Weed was an extraneous expense -- in time and money -- that was easily avoided. Plus, getting it and having it and having THC in my blood/urine exposed me to risks that had the potential of screwing up my career goals. That exposure was just another thing I didn't need and could only suffer from on account of my own actions.

It wasn't so much that I didn't like the feeling, for I did. I just grew out of it, though on trips to A-dam, I'd buy a few dollars worth of it to smoke for either going bar hopping or dancing in the evening or to go to museums and "tune into" the art.

Make no mistake. I'm not an anti-drugs person. I don't at all care whether one wants to use them. Others can use them and they will suffer "whatever" consequences arise from doing so. So long as others realize that they must lay in the bed made by their choices in that regard. I don't use drugs because of what I want for myself, not because of how bad they are, their illegality, any social vice or virtue attached to using them, etc. I think maybe were the kind of person I aimed to be and became dissatisfied me, and/or if the goals I had for myself differed from the ones I have pursued, I might today use drugs, and that too would be okay with me.
 
After I got mine out I escaped the recovery room, went into one of the Dentist's offices and drunk-dialed my old girlfriend.

If it was sodium pentothal they used as anaesthetic, then it definitely makes you feel 'out of it'. After my surgery, a co-worker picked me up. I had to stop at the pharmacy to pick up pain killers. We both walked in, but there was a relatively long wait. I was still completely out of it. According to my coworker, I loudly and incoherently complained about the wait. I assume that the pharmacist was able to discern why I was stumbling around and being beligerent once he/she saw the prescription from the oral surgeon, and my already-swelling face! I hoped so at least.
 
I don't use drugs because of what I want for myself, not because of how bad they are, their illegality, any social vice or virtue attached to using them, etc. I think maybe were the kind of person I aimed to be and became dissatisfied me, and/or if the goals I had for myself differed from the ones I have pursued, I might today use drugs, and that too would be okay with me.

Even as a conservative(moderately), I don't particularly have a problem with marijuana legalization and/or decriminalization. Although I'm not in favor of the wild West style of "anything goes" that seems to be the case in Colorado, where they supposedly sell super-potent marijuana and even hyper-potent THC & cannabinoid "concentrates", which are many, many times stronger than the basic marijuana that was available from the 60s-90s. They STILL don't really know what the long term effects will be, but they encourage people to experiment with those unbelievably potent chemicals, despite the potential long term risks.

I am worried about ^that point, but I'm enraged by the vulgar profiteering that's going on there and elsewhere! There were MANY legitimate reasons why pot was expensive when it was illegal. It was because of the many serious risks involved, combined with the 'wholesale' prices being relatively high. But now, despite ALL those risks being removed altogether, they are STILL charging a fortune for it! That's just pure, inexcusable GREED..... I'm actually shocked that I don't hear more pot legalization proponents complaining about this gross profiteering. Shameful all around!

What may be even worse, is the fact that the whole system is basically set up so that ONLY the upper middle class & wealthy, and well connected people can hope to get involved in the industry as a career or to make extra money. So, the same people who purport to 'care' about opportunity for the downtrodden, have made damn sure that the downtrodden CANNOT get on board the gravy-train!
 
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Even as a conservative(moderately), I don't particularly have a problem with marijuana legalization and/or decriminalization. Although I'm not in favor of the wild West style of "anything goes" that seems to be the case in Colorado, where they supposedly sell super-potent marijuana and even hyper-potent THC & cannabinoid "concentrates", which are many, many times stronger than the basic marijuana that was available from the 60s-90s. They STILL don't really know what the long term effects will be, but they encourage people to experiment with those unbelievably potent chemicals, despite the potential long term risks.

I am worried about ^that point, but I'm enraged by the vulgar profiteering that's going on there and elsewhere! There were MANY legitimate reasons why pot was expensive when it was illegal. It was because of the many serious risks involved, combined with the 'wholesale' prices being relatively high. But now, despite ALL those risks being removed altogether, they are STILL charging a fortune for it! That's just pure, inexcusable GREED..... I'm actually shocked that I don't hear more pot legalization proponents complaining about this gross profiteering. Shameful all around!

What may be even worse, is the fact that the whole system is basically set up so that ONLY the upper middle class & wealthy, and well connected people can hope to get involved in the industry as a career or to make extra money. So, the same people who purport to 'care' about opportunity for the downtrodden, have made damn sure that the downtrodden CANNOT get on board the gravy-train!

Have you ever taken principles of accounting?
 
Have you ever taken principles of accounting?

I have absolutely no idea what point you are trying to make. If you disagree with something in my thread, please feel free to simply point out that which you disagree with, and I'll gladly debate you, or even admit if I'm wrong. But based on everything I've read about the pot industry(from mainstream leftist media outlets primarily), my points are valid.

The average poor person who happens to know how to cultivate marijuana or produce other marijuana products, will not be able to cash in on that knowledge without $$ or connections in most cases. Maybe they could produce artistic paraphernalia(bowls/bongs etc), they may be able to make some money selling them. But I wouldn't be surprised if there aren't restrictions and regulations that would prevent them doing it on any significant scale.

Next, pot's potency has OBVIOUSLY increased a lot over the past 40-50 years, but from what I've read, there aren't regulations that limit the potency in pot or concentrates, which are even stronger. That's despite the lack of studies involving long term risks.

Lastly there's the reality of marijuana profiteering, despite all the risks of illegal cultivation and sales having been removed. If you grow a common commercial Apple tree, you may make $40-$100 wholesale for its apples(or less), and it takes years of growth b4 it's productive. Whereas you grow a quality marijuana plant and sell it wholesale, you are looking at 4 oz dried flowers for indoor plant = $1000. Or for a well grown outdoor plant you get 2+ pounds at $7,680! An acre could produce many, many $7,000 plants! That's WAY more money than youd make from 1000 acres of just about any other annual crop!

So, please let me know in what part of that, or my post, is my "accounting" wrong.
 
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Other than the bloody mouth after, made worse because I couldn't stop smoking cigarettes, my extraction was about as pleasurable as one could hope. It was the first time I had laughing gas...and my dentist happened to teach extractions at the nearby university, so was pretty good at them. The only disappointment I had was when it was time to come down from the gas. But that was soon replaced with lovely percs… It was a muddy few days. :)

Mine was much the same except all I got was some Novacaine for the procedure and some Ibuprofen with some codeine to take home. I am one of the lucky ones who do not suffer much during surgical procedures
 
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