An hour and forty five minutes of having two people's hands all up on my mouth, wiggling, twisting, and tugging on my wisdom tooth. It was grueling and traumatizing.
Then after all that, my blood pressure was 148/119, and they wouldn’t let me leave until it came down. Like if I wasn’t being forced to sit in the torture chair in a freezing cold room, my blood pressure might come down. Strangling the entire staff with my bare hands might also help.
That was one tooth. I have to go back next week, after more antibiotics (and only ibuprofen and ice packs for pain), to do the other one, which she thinks she can save. Or maybe it’ll be another extended torture session as she tries to extract it for almost two hours.