Pain killers...

So I was sitting here today, anticipating (dreading) next week and my upcoming extraction appointment, and I started to wonder what pain killers the dentist would be providing me with. I am utterly and completely abhorrent to the thought of a mouth packed full of bloody gauze, but at the same time, I absolutely cannot wait to get these stupid wisdom teeth out of my head. So I look forward to the sleep that I will enjoy and the time off work that will accompany my fuzzy, medicated mind and wonder what lovely prescriptions I will be rewarded with for my (ahem) hard work. Vicodin? Tylenol with Codine? Darvocet? Oxycontin? So many lovely choices...

Vicodin does very little for me. Except make me loopy and in pain. Tylenol with Codine creates a funny little effect known as "coma-kristi" where I go to sleep and wake up four days later. Darvocet is ok, but if you ask my dad he will tell you not to overdose on it because he swears when my mom accidentally double dosed him he was stapled to the wall hanging upside down. *smile* Pleasant, right? And I have my own little experience with Oxycontin...

I was elk hunting one Saturday last November when I slipped on some moss and fell, bashing my knee into a sharp rock on the wet ground. I was able to hobble up the mountain, but was definitely done walking for that day. When I arrived back home, Scott called and asked if I wanted to go to Lava that night. Not wanting to miss out on an opportunity to show off my battle wound, I (stupidly) agreed. Jess patched up my knee with some liquid bandage and off we went to soak my sore muscles and tired bones. After we got out and started to head home, Trent asked how I was feeling. I whined about how sore I was and he volunteered some unknown magic pill to ease my troubles, which naturally, I took without asking what it was. About half way home, the lights started to look blurry as cars passed us. I found myself unable to focus on one thing, my eyeballs were dancing around in my head like a pinball game. Scott tried asking me a few questions and quickly determined that I was as high as a kite. He hauled me into his house when we got back to town, amidst my vehement protests that I may not be able to walk, but I could certainly drive myself home, and made me stay there where he could keep an eye on me. He was not willing to leave me to my own devices, even at my house for fear that I would do who knows what. Since that has been my only experience with Oxycontin, I am a bit hesitant to try it again.

So when I go in to the dentist next Wednesday I am betting they will have some new fancy medication they will let me try, giggling to themselves what trouble I will encounter with it. But I guess dentists have got to have their fun somehow...