The waking up wasn't quite the worst part actually. The worst part was as the were draping some apron on top of me, they then unveiled the "tools' They were on this HUGE round like rolling table and they looked like blacksmith tools. Or something out of medieval times.
They got me back under quick enough that I was okay.
I vastly hated more the implant surgeries on Novocain only. My oral surgeon had like, forearms the size of IDK, large logs. There is a reason for this, I discovered. He was pretty ah, forceful.
He did call me his "best awake" patient ever but it's because I just lay there, doing what he wanted, while praying "Oh GOD get met through this" infinity times.
LOL I always left there looking like the victim of domestic abuse like someone had punched me in the face repeatedly. In fact, I went there to fix a "minor" complaint right before a job interview and he was getting ready to turn my "minor problem" into something major. I sat bolt upright and said, "I can't do this now! I have a job interview tomorrow! I can't go looking like I've been punched in the face and it happens EVERY time!"
I think he was offended, he was like, "You do not!" And I was like, "Yes, I do!" Etc.
He also often told me to open my mouth more. One time I said, "I can't. I have a small mouth!" He was like, "Your mouth is FINE you just need to learn to open it wider."
I couldn't decide quite what to make of that statement. LOL.
Anna