MaidMarion
12-24-2004, 01:48 AM
OK, the main purposes of this rant is that I'm dying to get this whole story off my ches as it's been building for a while. Spelling will be terrible.
I am, and have always been a complete and utter needle phobic. I have never delt well with shots blood test, etc.
Last July, my dentist tells me I need my wisdom teeth removed. (note: I have always had a perfact mouth, never one cavity in my life) So this is the first time I'm ever even seen a novicane needle...YIKES!
Well, I just couldn't hold still long enough for him to give me the novicane. After the dentist almost stabbing himeself in the hand, he tell me he's going to recomend and oral surgen and I'll have to get sedated.
I go in for a consultation with this oral surgen. It turns out, that laughing gas stuff, very recently, within the last two years, has been deemed unsafe, now they use an IV sedation to put you to sleep. *HELP*
I walked out of there without maike an apointment for the removal.
My mom calls my aunt, who's a dental assistant. She tell me to go see this guy she used to work for back when she lived in this area. (she lives in Vagas now) She reassures me that they have delt with a number of phobics and he's the best.
I go for a consultation with this guy. I tell him straight up, "I'm a total phobic, I don't deal with needles period"
He gives me a perscription for some anti-axioty medication. (vallium) Tells me to take it an hour before I come in, it will calm me down enough for them to get the IV in my arm and get me to sleep.
You can imagine I had a ton of questions. "define 'out of it'" "am I going to not know you're putting a needle in my arm?"
They said "you'll know, you just won't care" " you'll be so relaxed, you'll just wnat to lay there"
So, two days later, I take the pills and my friends drives me to the appointment.
I wasn't feeling any effect, but my friend says I was sluring my speach and walking funny.
I get into the surgury room, not feeling the least but relaxed. When the oral surgen came in and asked how I was doing, I told him the vallium didn't work. his response: "well, you're just going to have to be an adult then"
With that, he snached my arm, hard, and started putting rubbing alcohol on it. I get hystarical, start crying and kicking. His assistant pulls out these velcro straps and straps my arm tot he arms of the chair.
This makes me even more terrified, Imanage to tear out of the velcro, the problem, he was just putting the needle in my arm. This results in a approx 2 inch scar in the fore arm that is still there to this day.
With that, he rips the turekets off my arm and says "fine if you're not goign to grow up, you can go home". Thank gods that's over.
So my apointment was at 10 am, meaning I tookt he valium at 9 am. About 4-4:30 pm, I was at home and started feeling light headed. I go to lay down and all of a sudden I can't move.
I don't want to say I was paralized, just totally limp. It was like there was a road block keeping my brain signals from getting to my body. I was totally consious, culd hear and feel everything around me, but couldn't react. One of the scariest moments of my life.
A few times my mom came in to check on me. I wanted to ansure her, but I couldn't. Example: once she came in amd said to herself "wow, she's out for the count" I'm like "no i'm not" "hello" "don't leave me" but nothing would come out.
At one point I had to get up and go to the bathroom, but I couldn't, I ended up having an accidant in the bed adn STILL COULDN'T GET UP!!! I have no idea how long I was laying there.
Needless to say, my wisdom teeth are still in my mouth.
A month or so later. I'm at the doctor, and she wants to do some blood work, to which I said as nicely as I could hell no. I tell her about what had happend witht the oral surgan, and without missing a beat. she whips out a sample starter pack of some anti-depressants and starts giving me this speach about how phobias are atype of axioty disorder and I should go on this zoloft stuff.
Needless to say after the wisdom tooth nightmare I wasn't even going to consiter any more of these type of drugs.
Now I've been thinking about this whole this alot since then, maybe too much.
What I've finally realized is that every single needle puncure I can remember has been forced agaisnt my. i have always been held down, or in the last case, strapped down. Yelled at to "grow up" or the like.
It seems I'm just as afraid of the confinement as I am of the needle itself.
I have never been given the chance to calm down on my own, with excuse being they don't have time, they have other pateints they have to move on to. So they're so quick to just pounce and have you restrained. I've just never been about to separate thet wo untill I was laying in my parents bed helpless.
So as one fInal rant to anyone who may be in the medical feild, HAVE SOME FRIGGIN COMPASSION!!!
If I am ever gogint o get over this, it's got to be on my terms. The next one will be when I say, and not when some doctor says. I NEVER want to feel that helpless and scared again as I was when they were strpping me down adn when I was limp in bed.
If anything has anything to add, or any advise for me. you can respond or email me personally at [email protected]
Thanks for reading. If any of you are parents, I'm begging you to now force your children to undergo any medical proceder against their will You ahve no idea what a lasting impression that makes.
*HUGS*
K.J.
I am, and have always been a complete and utter needle phobic. I have never delt well with shots blood test, etc.
Last July, my dentist tells me I need my wisdom teeth removed. (note: I have always had a perfact mouth, never one cavity in my life) So this is the first time I'm ever even seen a novicane needle...YIKES!
Well, I just couldn't hold still long enough for him to give me the novicane. After the dentist almost stabbing himeself in the hand, he tell me he's going to recomend and oral surgen and I'll have to get sedated.
I go in for a consultation with this oral surgen. It turns out, that laughing gas stuff, very recently, within the last two years, has been deemed unsafe, now they use an IV sedation to put you to sleep. *HELP*
I walked out of there without maike an apointment for the removal.
My mom calls my aunt, who's a dental assistant. She tell me to go see this guy she used to work for back when she lived in this area. (she lives in Vagas now) She reassures me that they have delt with a number of phobics and he's the best.
I go for a consultation with this guy. I tell him straight up, "I'm a total phobic, I don't deal with needles period"
He gives me a perscription for some anti-axioty medication. (vallium) Tells me to take it an hour before I come in, it will calm me down enough for them to get the IV in my arm and get me to sleep.
You can imagine I had a ton of questions. "define 'out of it'" "am I going to not know you're putting a needle in my arm?"
They said "you'll know, you just won't care" " you'll be so relaxed, you'll just wnat to lay there"
So, two days later, I take the pills and my friends drives me to the appointment.
I wasn't feeling any effect, but my friend says I was sluring my speach and walking funny.
I get into the surgury room, not feeling the least but relaxed. When the oral surgen came in and asked how I was doing, I told him the vallium didn't work. his response: "well, you're just going to have to be an adult then"
With that, he snached my arm, hard, and started putting rubbing alcohol on it. I get hystarical, start crying and kicking. His assistant pulls out these velcro straps and straps my arm tot he arms of the chair.
This makes me even more terrified, Imanage to tear out of the velcro, the problem, he was just putting the needle in my arm. This results in a approx 2 inch scar in the fore arm that is still there to this day.
With that, he rips the turekets off my arm and says "fine if you're not goign to grow up, you can go home". Thank gods that's over.
So my apointment was at 10 am, meaning I tookt he valium at 9 am. About 4-4:30 pm, I was at home and started feeling light headed. I go to lay down and all of a sudden I can't move.
I don't want to say I was paralized, just totally limp. It was like there was a road block keeping my brain signals from getting to my body. I was totally consious, culd hear and feel everything around me, but couldn't react. One of the scariest moments of my life.
A few times my mom came in to check on me. I wanted to ansure her, but I couldn't. Example: once she came in amd said to herself "wow, she's out for the count" I'm like "no i'm not" "hello" "don't leave me" but nothing would come out.
At one point I had to get up and go to the bathroom, but I couldn't, I ended up having an accidant in the bed adn STILL COULDN'T GET UP!!! I have no idea how long I was laying there.
Needless to say, my wisdom teeth are still in my mouth.
A month or so later. I'm at the doctor, and she wants to do some blood work, to which I said as nicely as I could hell no. I tell her about what had happend witht the oral surgan, and without missing a beat. she whips out a sample starter pack of some anti-depressants and starts giving me this speach about how phobias are atype of axioty disorder and I should go on this zoloft stuff.
Needless to say after the wisdom tooth nightmare I wasn't even going to consiter any more of these type of drugs.
Now I've been thinking about this whole this alot since then, maybe too much.
What I've finally realized is that every single needle puncure I can remember has been forced agaisnt my. i have always been held down, or in the last case, strapped down. Yelled at to "grow up" or the like.
It seems I'm just as afraid of the confinement as I am of the needle itself.
I have never been given the chance to calm down on my own, with excuse being they don't have time, they have other pateints they have to move on to. So they're so quick to just pounce and have you restrained. I've just never been about to separate thet wo untill I was laying in my parents bed helpless.
So as one fInal rant to anyone who may be in the medical feild, HAVE SOME FRIGGIN COMPASSION!!!
If I am ever gogint o get over this, it's got to be on my terms. The next one will be when I say, and not when some doctor says. I NEVER want to feel that helpless and scared again as I was when they were strpping me down adn when I was limp in bed.
If anything has anything to add, or any advise for me. you can respond or email me personally at [email protected]
Thanks for reading. If any of you are parents, I'm begging you to now force your children to undergo any medical proceder against their will You ahve no idea what a lasting impression that makes.
*HUGS*
K.J.