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Teethyz dentist check-up script . creds: Tabkitten (follow me) intro . ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → hello ! my name is _____ (user). I will be your dentist for today’s appointment. just to double check you booked a check-up? ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → fab, follow me please so we can start your appointment. appointment : ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → before we start, are you comfortable ? I want to keel this a safe and happy environment to provide the best for you. → examines patients teeth, looking for any flaws - cavities etc. ← → scales the patients teeth. ← → quickly examines bone levels and health of gums in mouth. ← treatment process : ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → to summarise, you have no flaws in your teeth. great job, your teeth are in perfect condition. ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → you are in no need for another check-up or teeth cleaning. well done ! OR ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → to summarise, you have one cavity in your back left molar, bottom row. however, dont worry. you will get there. ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → personally, I would recommend a professional to clean your teeth spotting the major reasons of your cavity. ending : ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → unfortunately this concludes our appointment. do you have any questions or concerns before I escort you back to the main area. ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → ( answer ) ˋ. « 📋 » , ╭ ⌇ ˋ ¹²³ , → perfect, I shall now escort you back. thank you for cooperating and thanks for visiting teethyz dentist ! don’t forget to rate me high. PLEASE FOLLOW TABKITTEN ON ROBLOX SO I CAN MAKE MORE FOR DIFFERENT APPOINTMENTS, THANK YOU !! 💗💗
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6/6/10 Perhaps your dentist has recommended you have your wisdom teeth removed. IV sedation allows patients to nap during the surgery. The anesthesia medications are given through the IV line and you’ll feel quite tired and sleepy. Once you are completely asleep and comfortable, the surgeon places local anesthesia to numb the extraction areas. A rubber bite block helps to support your jaw during surgery and also keeps your mouth open if you are being sedated. Anesthesia medications are given as needed to make sure you remain asleep and comfortable. If IV sedation was administered, you will awaken shortly after surgery and be escorted to the recovery room. Your mouth will feel numb from the local anesthesia which will help keep you comfortable and pain free. At end of surgery, you will awake to a tap on your shoulder and a gentle voice. The surgeon will reassure you that surgery is finished and everything went well. Monitors and IV are removed and you are escorted to the recovery room. A few minutes later, your loved ones can keep you company as you recover from the anesthesia. During this time, you will become increasingly awake and alert and gradually be able to standup by your self. You are then escorted to the car.
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𝖳𝖮 𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖭 part 4 (𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) Suddenly, Plankton stirred in his sleep, and he let out a low groan. Chip's heart jolted, fear gripping him. Was this another seizure? Another meltdown? But Karen's hand on his arm calmed him. "It's okay," she murmured. "He's just waking up. Set him down gently." Chip did as he was told, his hands trembling as he lowered Plankton back to the bed. He watched his father closely, his heart racing. Plankton's eye blinked open. For a moment, there was confusion in that single eye, but then it focused on Chip. "What...?" he murmured. Chip took a deep breath. "Dad, I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking. "I didn't know about the stimming or the meltdowns. I just... wanted to help." Plankton's antennae twitch slightly as he looked at his son. He felt a pang of guilt for snapping earlier. He had never wanted Chip to feel like this, but the fear of his condition being misunderstood had always weighed heavy on him. He took a deep breath, his voice still shaky. "I know, Chip," he murmurs. "But please, don't ever do that again." The pain in his voice was palpable. Chip nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. "I won't," he promised. "I wanted to show support." Plankton sighed, his expression a mix of exhaustion and regret. He knew Chip had only been trying to help, but his own pride just gets in the way. "Look, Chip," he began, his voice still shaky. "Doing it is like... it's like when you have so much energy you can't be still, right?" Chip nods. "Well, for me, it's like my brain has too much energy. It's like all the thoughts are racing and I can't keep up, so my body does it for me. But if you do it," Plankton continues, "it's like... like you're mocking. It's for me." The words hit Chip like a ton of bricks. He had never thought about it like that before. He had simply been trying to show his father that he cared, that he understood. But now he saw it from Plankton's perspective. He looked down at his hands, which had been still in his lap. They felt suddenly heavy, a symbol of his ignorance. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I didn't mean to make fun of you, Dad," he said, his voice cracking. "I just wanted you to know that I love you, stims and all." Plankton's antennae twitched again, a sign of his internal struggle. He took a deep breath, his expression softening slightly. "I know you didn't, Chip," he said. "But it's not something you just do. It's not for anyone else to mimic." Karen's eyes filled with pride as she watched her son. Despite his fear, his love for his father was unwavering. "It's okay, Plankton," she said. "Chip just wants to be there for you." Plankton's antennae lowered slightly as he met Chip's gaze. "I know," he murmured. "I know you meant well." He took another deep breath. "But you have to understand, it's not a game.." Chip nodded solemnly, his cheeks still damp from his earlier tears. "I get it, Dad," he said. "I won't do it again. I just want to know what to do when you're... you know." Plankton's antennae stilled as he considered his son's words. "Just be patient with me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And if you can, try to give me space when I need it." Chip nodded, feeling the weight of his dad's words. He knew he had to do better, to be more understanding. He looked to Karen for guidance, her eyes filled with love and encouragement. "Now it's getting late, and your father has the dentist in the morning for his yearly x-rays. We'll all be going early." The next morning, Karen woke Chip up by gently shaking his shoulder. "It's morning. Wanna come with me to wake up your dad?" Chip nodded, still feeling the heaviness of the night before. He followed his mother into their bedroom, where he found his dad still fast asleep. Plankton's face was peaceful, his antennas resting against his pillow. Chip felt a pang of regret, remembering his dad's pain. They approached the bed, where Plankton lay, his snores gentle. Karen leans down, her hand holding his. "Plankton, it's time to wake up," she whispered. He stirs, stretching as he opens his single eye. "X-rays," Plankton says. Karen drives them both to Plankton's dentist for his x-rays. They knew about his autistic sensitivities already, as he's been going to this place for a long time. The office was familiar, but Chip could still see his dad's antennae twitch slightly with anticipation. The nurse, a pufferfish named Nancy, greets them with a warm smile. "Good morning, Mr. Plankton," she said. "We're ready for your x-rays; follow me.." Nurse Nancy leads them to the room where x-rays are always taken. Plankton sat down in the chair. He knew this place, had been here many times before. But today, with Chip's knowledge of his condition fresh in his mind, he felt exposed, vulnerable. He closed his eye, trying to calm himself. Karen squeezed his hand comfortingly. "It's okay," she murmured. "You've got this." Chip stood beside his mom, his own nerves frayed from the night's events.
𝖳𝖮 𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖭 part 5 (𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) The x-ray machine whirred to life. The nurse moved slowly. "It's just a quick picture, Mr. Plankton," Nurse Nancy reminds. "It won't take long. We're just going to put this shield over your chest," she said, her voice soothing. "And then you'll bite down on this." She held up a small plastic piece. "It'll help us get the best picture of your teeth." Plankton nodded. He knew the routine well. The nurse continued. "Ready?" she asked. Plankton nodded, his eye squeezed shut. The machine beeped, and the light flashed. It was quick and easy as always. The dentist, Dr. Barry, entered the room with a warm smile. He looked at the x-rays, his tentacles flipping through them carefully. "Ah, yes," he said, nodding. "It looks like your wisdom teeth are gonna come in misaligned, Plankton." Plankton's antennae shot up in alarm, his eye widening. "What does that mean?" he asked, his voice tight. "Well," Dr. Barry explained, his tone neutral. "It means that they're growing in at an angle. It can cause some discomfort, and potentially lead to other dental issues if not corrected." Plankton's mind raced. "Let's stop this problem before it starts. So we're going to have to extract them. We can just get it over-" "Today?" Chip's voice was high-pitched, his eyes wide with worry. Karen put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. "Yes, today," the dentist nodded. Plankton's antennae began to twitch again, his grip on his chair tightening. Chip could see the anxiety rising in his father. "What does that mean?" he asked, swallowing hard. Dr. Barry looked at him kindly, his tentacles moving gently. "It means we're going to remove them now, so you don't have any problems in the future," he said. "But first, let's talk abou–" But Plankton couldn't hear him over the sudden rush of fear and panic. His antennae began to quiver, his breath quickening. Chip could see it coming, his dad's body tensing up. "Dad, no," he pleaded, his voice shaking. But it was too late, his eye rolling back in his head. Karen's grip on his hand tightened, and she whispered, "I've got you." Plankton's body convulsed. Chip watched, his heart racing, feeling utterly powerless. He'd never seen a full-blown meltdown like this before. It was terrifying. "Dad, please," Chip whispered, his voice trembling. He reached out tentatively, but Karen held him back. "Let me," she said, her voice firm but gentle. She knew Plankton's cues better than anyone. The room grew smaller as Plankton's panic escalated. He thrashed in the chair, his body contorted with fear. Karen quickly moved to his side, her hands gently guiding him to the floor, where there was more space. "Shh, it's okay," she cooed, her voice soothing. "You're safe here. Focus on my voice." Chip watched, his heart in his throat, as his mother's calming words seemed to penetrate Plankton's distress. Plankton's body grew stiller, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. The nurse looked on nervously, ready to step in if needed. But Karen was firm. "This is his thing," she whispered. "You're okay, sweetie," she murmured. "Just breathe." Plankton's antennae twitched less, his body slowly calming under her gentle touch. His single eye focused on hers. "No," he murmured. "No no no-" "Shh," Karen said, her voice soothing. "It's okay. We can handle this." Chip felt his stomach drop. Surgery? The dentist, Dr. Barry, observed them, his tentacles poised but calm. "We can personalize it," he offered, sensing their distress. "We'll use inhalational anesthesia before moving him to IV, that way he can stay relaxed and asleep." Karen nodded, her eyes never leaving Plankton's face. "That sounds good," she said. "We wanna make sure he's as comfortable as possible." Dr. Barry leads them into the oral surgery's suite of the building. "Son, your father will be okay. You can stay here on this bench and we'll be on the other side of this door. Your mom can stay throughout his entire surgery." Chip nods as Dr. Barry allows Plankton and Karen into the room. "We've indestructible stitches that dissolve, so we'll use them. Karen can stay here the whole time, okay?" Dr. Barry assured Plankton as some nurses came in. Nurse Nancy smiles at him. Karen sits in the chair by Plankton's, holding his hand. Another nurse, a clownfish named Clara, enters with a soft, plushy frog toy. "We thought this might help," she says, handing it to Plankton. "You can keep it to take home with you." Plankton's antennae twitch slightly as he takes the toy. It's a comforting texture, and he finds himself squeezing it tightly. Karen smiles at Clara. "Thank you," she whispers. "It's the little things." The nurse nods, her eyes kind. "It's okay to be scared," she says to Plankton. "But we're all here to help." Plankton swallows hard, his gaze flitting to Karen. The anesthesiologist, Dr. Poseidon, enters the room, his tentacles moving with a calm efficiency. He explains the process again, his voice gentle. "We're going to give you some gas to help you sleep, then we'll use an IV for the surgery. You won't feel anything." Plankton nods, his antennae still. The nurse brings over the mask, and Plankton takes a deep breath, his arm tight around the comforting frog toy. Karen squeezes his other hand. "It'll be okay," she whispers reassuringly. The gas hisses, filling the space around him. Plankton feels his panic start to ease slightly. He focuses on the texture of the frog in his hand, the soft fabric grounding him as his surroundings begin to blur. Karen's voice is a comforting constant, whispering instructions, her grip on his hand firm. He can feel his body growing heavier, his thoughts slowing down. "Just breathe, Plankton," she says, her voice soothing. Plankton's antennae droop as the gas takes effect. Karen's heart clenched as she watched her husband's body go slack, his eye closing. "It'll be over soon," she whispered, her throat tight with emotion. The nurses moved quickly, placing the IV beginning the surgery. Karen sat, her eyes never leaving his face. She watched as Dr. Barry worked with precision, his tentacles steady as he anesthetized his mouth and removed the wisdom teeth. The surgery was a blur of sounds and movements. Dr. Barry's tentacles were a flurry of precision, and Karen couldn't help but admire the grace of the medical team. They moved with a synchronicity that was almost mesmerizing as they stitched up the gums and removed his IV.
"We removed Plankton's wisdom teeth. He's still asleep, you can stay with him." Said the oral surgeon to Karen. They've just finished and lead Karen into the room. Plankton is lying in the hospital bed, his face a mask of peace, the only signs of the recent surgery being the gauze in his mouth and the drool seeping out the side. His cheeks are slightly swollen, and she wonders when he'll wake up. The doctor said it could take a while. The IV line snakes up his arm. Karen pulls a chair up beside the bed. She takes his hand and holds it gently, feeling the warmth of his skin contrast with the coolness of her own palm. The room is sterile, the air conditioning humming steadily in the background. The faint smell of disinfectant fills the space. She looks around the room, noticing the monitors beeping in rhythm with Plankton's breathing and heart rate. The nurse comes in and checks the machines, making a few quiet notes on a clipboard. She smiles at Karen, "He's doing well. Just let him sleep. It's the best thing right now." Karen nods, squeezing Plankton's hand slightly, willing him to feel her presence. She wonders what dreams he's having, if any, behind his closed lid. Time seems to crawl as Karen watches him sleep. She tries to read a book, but the words blur together. Her thoughts drift to their lives before this moment, their shared laughter, their arguments, the quiet moments of understanding. Her gaze lingers on his swollen cheeks, his chest rising and falling with each breath. A soft groan escapes his lips and his eye begins to flutter open. Slowly, Plankton comes to, his vision blurred by the anesthesia's last hangover. He blinks, trying to focus on Karen's face. She sets aside her book and smiles at him, her screen welcoming him back to the world of the conscious. "Hi," she says softly. "How are you feeling?" Plankton makes a sound that's somewhere between a whine and a grunt. His eye wanders the room before finally settling on hers. "What...what happened?" he slurs, the words barely audible through the gauze. Karen's smile widens a bit. "You had your wisdom teeth removed, remember?" He nods slightly. The nurse reappears, checking his vitals again with a gentle touch. "Time to go home," she says, removing the gauze. They make their way out of the hospital, Karen supporting Plankton gently as he stumbles, his legs still wobbly from the anesthesia. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the parking lot. Karen helps Plankton into the car, buckling him in and adjusting the seat so he can lean back and rest. He nods off almost immediately, his breathing evening out as the car starts and they pull away from the hospital. The drive home is quiet, Plankton's snores punctuating the hum of the engine. Karen keeps glancing over, checking on him, her concern etched into every line on her screen. The pain medication is strong, keeping him in a half-awake state. Each time he wakes, he looks around, disoriented, before his eye finds hers and his expression relaxes. Once they arrive, Karen guides him to the couch, his body feeling heavier than ever before. He slumps into the cushions and she grabs the ice pack from the cooler. "Hold this to your cheeks," she instructs, placing the cold compress against his skin. He nods obediently, his eye already glazing over with the promise of sleep. The TV flickers on, its blue light washing over the room. Karen finds a sitcom they both enjoy, hoping the familiar laughter will ease his pain and keep them both company. But Plankton's snores soon overpower the TV's audio, his head lolling to the side. She smiles, knowing he's in a deep slumber, and covers him with a blanket. The house is eerily quiet except for the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Karen moves around the kitchen, preparing a soft meal for when he wakes, her mind racing with thoughts of what the next few days will be like. Plankton's recovery will be slow, but she's ready to take care of him. She's his rock, his support, and she'll do anything to help him feel better.
AUTISM IN THE PLANKTON FAMILY ix (Autistic author) Mr. Krabs knew that his rivalry with Plankton had always been about more than just the Krabby Patty. It was about pride, about being the best, about proving his worth. But as he looked at Plankton, his tiny form swallowed by the large couch cushions, he realized that none of it mattered compared to the pain he had caused. The next day, Plankton found himself sitting in the waiting room of a dentist's office, to get an X-Ray. Karen sat by him. "You ok?" she asked, her voice gentle. Plankton nodded, his antennas twitching nervously. The door to the exam room opened, and a cheerful dolphin dental hygienist waved them in. "Good morning, Plankton!" she chirped. "Ready for your X-ray?" Plankton's antennae shot up instinctively at the sudden noise, his body stiffening. Karen squeezed his hand gently, offering reassurance. "It's okay," she murmured. "We're here." The dolphin's smile was bright, but it was the softness in her eyes that helped Plankton relax slightly. They had been informed of his condition, and she approached with a gentle caution. "We'll take it slow," she said, her voice a gentle melody. "We're just getting an x-ray okay?" Plankton nodded, his antennae still quivering slightly. The dolphin hygienist, named Delfina, guided him into the exam room. The room was a symphony of white, a stark contrast to the cozy confines of the Chum Bucket. Plankton felt his heart racing in his chest, his antennae twitching as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Delfina the hygienist guided Plankton gently to the chair, her eyes filled with understanding. "Just sit back and relax," she said, her voice a gentle wave washing over him. Plankton did his best to remain calm. The hum of the machinery was a constant reminder of his sensory overload, but he focused on Karen's soothing presence beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. Delfina moved with grace and precision, her movements fluid and unthreatening. She explained each step of the process to him, her voice a soft lullaby that helped to soothe his nervous system. "Open wide," she cooed, her eyes gentle as she placed the X-ray sensor in his mouth. Plankton's antennae trembled slightly, but he did as she instructed, his teeth clamping down on the cold, plastic device. The whir of the X-ray machine was like a tornado in his ears, but he focused on Karen's calming presence beside him. Her hand remained on his shoulder, a grounding force amidst the chaos of sensations. As the X-ray was completed Plankton took a deep breath, his antennae slowly unfurling. The doctor, a wise old sea turtle named Dr. Dolittle, entered the room, his eyes behind thick glasses scanning the X-ray results. Plankton tried to read his expression, his antennae quivering with anticipation. Dr. Dolittle's face remained neutral as he studied the images, but Plankton couldn't help the anxiety that bubbled up within him. "Well, Plankton," the doctor said, his voice deep and soothing. "It appears that you need to have your wisdom teeth out. They'll potentially cause issues.." Plankton's antennae shot up in panic, his grip on the chair tightening. The thought of surgery was overwhelming, a tsunami of fear crashing into the shores of his already-fragile nervous system. He froze, his body a statue of terror. The room around him was a blur of colors and shapes, the sounds of the dental office a cacophony. Karen's hand squeezed his shoulder, a silent reminder that he wasn't alone. Sponge Bob sat in the corner, his eyes wide with concern. He had accompanied Plankton for moral support, but the sight of his friend's distress was painful to watch. "It'll be okay," he murmured, his voice a soft whisper in the tense silence. But Plankton couldn't hear him. The words were lost in the symphony of his own fear. His antennae twitched rapidly, his breath shallow. Karen turned to Sponge Bob, her expression soft. "It's okay," she assured him, her voice low and calming. "He's just processing the words sinking in." Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes never leaving Plankton's distressed form. "I'm here, buddy," he offered, his voice a gentle wave in the storm of emotions. But it was Karen's voice that cut through the chaos, her words a lighthouse in the fog. "Plankton," she said, her tone firm but soothing, "you just breathe. We'll make sure of everything." Plankton nodded, his antennae still quivering, closing his eye as he took a shaky breath. Dr. Dolittle noticed Plankton's distress and offered a gentle smile. "Don't worry, Plankton. We'll make sure you're nice and sleepy before we do anything. It's a simple extraction, and you won't feel a thing." The room grew quiet as the doctor's words sank in. Plankton was terrified of the unknown, his mind racing with images of sharp tools and pain. His antennae twitched uncontrollably, and his body began to tremble. Karen leaned in, her voice calm and reassuring. "It's like going to sleep," she said, her eyes locked with his. "You won't feel anything, I promise." Plankton's antennae quivered slightly as he processed her words. "We're going to give you a little something to help you sleep," Delfina explained, her voice a gentle hum. "It'll be like a nap, and when you wake up, it'll all be over." Plankton's antennae stilled slightly, his breathing slowing as he nodded. The room was a whirlwind of activity as Delfina and Dr. Dolittle prepared for the procedure. Sponge Bob's hands were clenched into fists of worry, his eyes never leaving Plankton's. Karen noticed his distress and squeezed his shoulder. "It'll be okay," she whispered. "Remember, we're here for support." The scent of antiseptic filled the room, making Plankton's eyes water, but he nodded, his trust in his friends overriding his fear. Delfina approached with a clear liquid. "Drink this," she instructed, her voice a gentle whisper. "It'll help you relax." Plankton's antennae quivered but he did as she said, the liquid sliding down his throat with an eerie calmness. As the anesthetic took hold, his thoughts grew fuzzy, like the edges of a distant memory. He felt his body begin to relax, the tension in his muscles dissipating like a wave retreating from the shore. The world grew dark around him, the sounds of the dental office becoming muffled whispers. The weight of his fear lifted slightly as the gentle embrace of oblivion beckoned. They administered the i.v., the cold sting of the needle quickly forgotten as the warmth of the sedative spread through his tiny body. Plankton felt his muscles go slack, his antennae falling limply to his side. The room grew hazier, the colors and shapes melting like crayons on wet paper. He felt his consciousness slipping away, the fear retreating with it. Karen's hand remained on his shoulder, a beacon of warmth and comfort in the cold, sterile environment. As Plankton succumbed to the pull of sleep, he heard the muted voices of Karen and Sponge Bob, their words a gentle lullaby. Their presence was a warm blanket wrapped around him, shielding him from the cold, metal world of the dental chair. Sponge Bob watched as Plankton's tiny form grew still, his antennae finally at peace. He looked up at Karen, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and anxiety. "He's okay," she whispered, her voice a soothing wave. The room grew quieter as Plankton fell into a deep slumber, his antennae finally still, as he's completely asleep before they began the extraction. Delfina checked his vital signs, her flippers moving with the precision of a ballet dancer. "He's out," she murmured to Dr. Dolittle, who nodded in satisfaction.
There are different types of sedatives that use to numb you, each serving a different purpose. IV Sedation IV means intravenous. It means the doctor ınjectıons the drvg straight into your bloodstream. Dentists often use IV because of it's excellent success rate. After ınjectıons, it puts the patient in a ‘twilight sleep’ state. IV sedation is the typical option. This is what can happen to a patient on IV: IV sedation dentistry produce either partial or full memory loss during the dental procedure. This means time will seem to pass very quickly and you will not recall much of what happened. The patient is awake and aware of the surroundings. They are also responsive. The patient feels comfortable and relaxed throughout the whole procedure. So relaxed, in fact, that they might not be aware they’re undergoing one. It causes temporary amnesia and a state of ‘h͞igh’. There’s a reason IV is a popular option in dental operations. It works, and it works like a dream (pun intended). But for it to be effective, the patient must fast before coming in. Coming in with a full stomach can render the drvg ineffective. Most people who receive IV sedation dentistry fall asleep and have little to no memory of their treatment when they wake up. Inhalation Sedation Inhalation Sedation: This introduces a state of relaxation. This is a conscious sedation method that is fast-acting and with few side effects. Contrary to popular belief, inhalation sedation gas doesn’t make you burst into a giggle fit. It is a light anesthetic unlike IV. It also doesn’t work as well, but it still gets the job done for a quicker and relatively painless experience. This is what happens if you’re sedated using laughing gas: The patient experiences a euphoric sensation much like that with IV. But the effects are not as pronounced as the former. Laughing gas may cause a bit of amnesia, but the patient will still be remembering most of the procedure. It can make a patient dizzy, but they can still be awakened. Those who might have concerns about laughing gas can rest easy. It’s mild in comparison to IV, so you won’t be laughing out of control like anytime soon. Different sedation options offer varying levels of effects. Say, if you know you’re going for IV, ask somebody to accompany you. IV is potent enough to render you unable to go home on your own. General anesthesia is a type of unconscious sedation. In other words, you’ll be completely unconscious during the procedure. You’ll be asleep when you’re under sedation and not feel any paın during your treatment. It’s like taking a nap! Some sedation makes you quite groggy, and you may even fall asleep. But you’ll still be able to communicate with your dentist if necessary, and you’ll awaken with a gentle nudge. Because sedation temporarily affects your memory and motor skills, you’ll need a friend or family member to drive you home after your procedure.
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