Work on Thursday

Now I have a story about work on Thursday. As you probably know, I work as a dental assistant at my step dad’s dental office. I’ve worked there for four years during the summers, and I’ve never had an experience quite like the one on Thursday. One of the patients I agreed to assist with, just needed an old silver filling repaired…very easily done mind you. We gave her a good dose of anesthetic, and most of her mouth should have been totally numb by the time we starting drilling her tooth. While Matt drilled, I suctioned her mouth out so we both had instruments in her mouth at the time when she sprang right up! She started kicking her legs back and forth in the chair and waving her arms around. It was terrifying to say the very least, because I knew that it was very dangerous with the drill on. It could hit somebody! So after my heartbeat returned to normal, I scooted my chair away from hers…just a little…heh heh… We ended up having to give her the maximum dosage of a more powerful anesthetic without it being a dangerous amount. Boy was that one crappy way to find out that she wasn’t very responsive to anesthesia.