I dunno about this whole "feeling high" business, I must have missed out. For me, I just felt incredibly tired.
I had four removed when I was about 18. As I recall, I sat in the chair and I was asking the dentist lots of questions about what he was going to be doing. He didn't want to go into details for fear of scaring me, but I wanted to know. He ended up doing what a lot of people get done, apparently: drill into the tooth, break it up into pieces and remove the little pieces. I explained that since I was in engineering I wanted to know details; he read beyond that and said that what I probably was really looking for was assurance and confidence, and not to worry, he said, for he did these procedures daily.
Next came the anaesthetic, through an IV. I felt a vague burning sensation travel up my arm, and they gave me a ball to squeeze. They asked me to count down from 10. I think I made it to 7...
If you've never been under anaesthetic, it is a very, very peculiar feeling when you wake up again, not having any idea of the passage of time. You may not realize it, but when you sleep normally, you are still subconsciously aware of the time elapsed. With anaesthesia, you're counting from 10, you're at 7, and suddenly you're lying down in the recovery room, with a bit of a headache, mouth stuffed with cotton, and feeling very, very tired. I continued to sleep for a little while before gradually becoming aware that the operation was done.
When I was leaving the office, a thought occurred to me and I asked the dentist: how did I make it from his operating chair to the recovery room? (I'm a big guy, 6'3" and 240 lbs). He smiled and said it took 3 people...
The pain was a dull throbbing feeling on and off afterward for a few days, nothing sharp. The stitches working themselves loose was probably the strangest feeling. I too had to go through all the rinses and water-squirting to keep everything clean.
I think I still have my wisdom teeth somewhere in a little box.
I had four removed when I was about 18. As I recall, I sat in the chair and I was asking the dentist lots of questions about what he was going to be doing. He didn't want to go into details for fear of scaring me, but I wanted to know. He ended up doing what a lot of people get done, apparently: drill into the tooth, break it up into pieces and remove the little pieces. I explained that since I was in engineering I wanted to know details; he read beyond that and said that what I probably was really looking for was assurance and confidence, and not to worry, he said, for he did these procedures daily.
Next came the anaesthetic, through an IV. I felt a vague burning sensation travel up my arm, and they gave me a ball to squeeze. They asked me to count down from 10. I think I made it to 7...
If you've never been under anaesthetic, it is a very, very peculiar feeling when you wake up again, not having any idea of the passage of time. You may not realize it, but when you sleep normally, you are still subconsciously aware of the time elapsed. With anaesthesia, you're counting from 10, you're at 7, and suddenly you're lying down in the recovery room, with a bit of a headache, mouth stuffed with cotton, and feeling very, very tired. I continued to sleep for a little while before gradually becoming aware that the operation was done.
When I was leaving the office, a thought occurred to me and I asked the dentist: how did I make it from his operating chair to the recovery room? (I'm a big guy, 6'3" and 240 lbs). He smiled and said it took 3 people...
The pain was a dull throbbing feeling on and off afterward for a few days, nothing sharp. The stitches working themselves loose was probably the strangest feeling. I too had to go through all the rinses and water-squirting to keep everything clean.
I think I still have my wisdom teeth somewhere in a little box.
