Friday morning, I had a tooth pulled because I felt it was the only option I had. Truthfully, if I was a millionaire, I might have tried an expensive implant or other cosmetic surgery to make my bite complete again, but as it is, I could barely afford my portion of the tooth extraction.
For some reason, the insurance would not fully cover anesthesia, so I opted out. Don’t panic, the surgeon used a local, but it would have been his preference (and the preference of most) to be put under for the surgery.
The surgeon, who is really good at his job and has years of experience spent twenty minutes trying to talk me into taking the anesthesia. I don’t blame him. Still, $350 for something that may or may not be needed was a bit much for me, so I declined.
Turns out, I didn’t need it at all. I meditated and about the time I had blocked out everything in the room, he’d pulled the tooth. So I saved myself $350 and I didn’t have to find someone to come get me.
I spent the weekend on some lovely narcotics but was very sluggish still on Monday morning. I’m happy to report, though, that I had absolutely no bruising and right now I am in no pain whatsoever.
The molar of the story is – go with your instincts and pray really hard before you get a tooth pulled and everything will work out okay.