Halcion, oh Halcion

Last Monday I got my wisdom teeth out. Just because they were really far back there and hard to clean and started to get cavities, so rather than put money into them (with fillings) my dentist suggested I just get them taken out. I looked into it, and it didn't seem like a bad idea, so I signed the consents and scheduled a date.

I had a local anesthetic, and also to "relax" me, they prescribed a benzo called Halcion (similar to Versed). I took it sublingually at the beginning of the procedure. It's supposed to sedate me, it also has amnesic properties...oh boy! I remember parts of the first half of the procedure, but then things start to get a little hazy. After the procedure was over, the dental assistant wheeled me out to our car...in a wheelchair. I think I was embarrassed to ride in it, but obviously not embarrassed enough because when we reached our car, I suddenly remembered my extracted teeth and told her I wanted to see them. The dental assistant, at my request, wheeled me back inside the office to see my teeth. And then I wanted to keep them. So she put them in a little sterile baggy for me...where they have remained for the past week.

I believe the Halcion was in full effect after the procedure was over, when Chase and I were at Walgreens. I absolutely insisted on going inside (Chase has a video of this, which I refuse to share...it begins with me trying to put chapstick on the lips I can't feel for about 30 seconds). I believe I insisted on going inside to Walgreens because I didn't believe Chase could get the prescription of percocet (a narc) filled for me without the pharmacy techs at walgreens seeing me.

I don't remember much about Walgreens, other than that I tried to grab gauze off the shelf while Chase was in line with my prescription. I had no idea why Chase wouldn't let me get the gauze that I would obviously need...until we got home and I discovered that the dentist already gave Chase gauze.

If me under the effects of Halcion wasn't diva enough, I insisted Chase get me a smoothie from Smoothie King - a rare delicacy. He gratefully obliged - under one condition...he drop me off at home first.

This is me being devious and seeing if I could drink from a straw without sucking too hard and dislodging the clots...I'm a terrible patient.

Thank you to my wonderfully patient husband who puts up with me regardless of the circumstance and takes beautiful care of me!