calliecritturs
Posted : 1/12/2011 1:36:38 PM
Just a bit chill here but nothing like you guys are dealing with. We've gotten rain, but we actually kinda need it.
yesterday's root canal re-do was ... difficult. Now tha they don't use Novicaine -- any of the "caine" painkillers just do NOT work on me. (even wtih 20 or more shots) so in most of my adult life I've had gas. It's always worked really well for me
Yesterday was a "bad trip". I've got a ton on my mind (my friend Chris' hearing is today on the whole stupid animal control debacle and some other stuff), but apparently the biggie was that my lungs just are NOT in good enough shape yet to handle ANY gas.
I warned them that last week they sent me "deeper" than I have EVER been before so don't send me any deeper -- and even right after they started as I felt myself slide in I told her I wasn't getting enough oxygen.
I was so "loaded" I could simply have vaporized into the seats (all of my big lady size) and oozed out thru the cracks. I was "worried" enough when I went under that it wasn't an enjoyable trip in any event, but dang folks -- it took me FOREVER to come back out of it. Normally with gas, one lungful of fresh air and you're BACK .... not so with this.
I was barely able to be on my feet when they finished with me (she asked several times if I was "ok" but frankly my judgement SUCKED and I said "yeah";).
By the time I wobbled to my car I was scared. Part of me wanted to get the heck outa Dodge because I had a vet appt to get Billy to and I was almost on "autopilot" enough to just get in the car and GO.
But my mind held enough sanity to call David. I kept thinking "HOW will I force myself to remain here til I am sane??" while feeling so compelled to 'go'. I said to him "David, just plain TELL ME to ***STAY HERE*** and not drive anywhere yet"
he said "Well, if you aren't feeling well you really should .."
"DAVID ... JUST **TELL ME** -- as in an order -- NOT to go anywhere until I call you back in 10 minutes -- don't give me advice. I need to hang onto a promise here"
It worked. How I can convince myself of stuff like this is weird but I *knew* if I made a promise to him to wait, that I could over-rule the poor judgment side of me and not pull out into traffic.
I can so easily see NOW how people can do stellarly stupid stuff while under the influence of "substance". I've never done dope, and I've never been *that* drunk (been drunk enough to puke many times, but I always retain enough judgment not to violate personal rules).
I had to sit there for like half an hour before he was satisfied after 3 phone calls that I was ok to drive.
After I got Billy to Dr. D's last night I asked her WHY I reacted that way and she told me it was likely because my lungs are still somewhat inflamed and it just punched in HARD and absorbed way more of the gas than normal because of the inflamed lung tissue.
But man, I learned something yesterday.