I had my wisdom teeth removed today. I go to the type of dentist that wants to do everything above and beyond to your teeth and gums. Its weird. I already hate going so having all 4 our at once, blah.
The night before the procedure I took the sleep aid they gave me. A couple hours later I start to feel nauseous and googled it. Valium. They gave me 10mg of Valium. I threw up some, rolled my eyes and went back to bed. Annoying. By the next morning however I was relaxed and gelling. Still 90% functional, with a little dizziness but fine other than that. I walk in and am literally ushered to my room. This place is huge and like a maze to me, beautifully decorated though. The mouthwash sits in ornate crystal decanters, you get the idea. After being awkwardly treated like an idiot (which I probably was looking like) I laid down and waited. More drugs were administered, this time crushed up ones that tasted like antifreeze. A few min later I was getting sleepy, kicked my mom out and rested. Until I almost fell asleep and the proceeder took off.
It started with them giving me oral shots. One after another and another. For some undiscovered reason this terrified me and I had a mini panic attack. After he was done I was able to tell myself to breathe and relax and I know God was telling me the same. I collected myself and we begun.
It was weird. The top two were great and I could feel (not fully) how he got them out. It was really cool. Super fast too.
The bottom however….those took about 1 hour each. The right one was super deep into the bone and they had to cut some of the bone to get it out …..(maybe it wasn’t ready, did you think about that?) and the left one was just…..hideous. I kept feeling when he would try and take it out. And I don’t mind pain but this was awful, plus I was really doped up! So about 3 shots later it was as numb as he could really get the area and pulled it out.
The problem see, was it had attached itself to the tooth next to it. Like a muscle at the beach. Now that tooth is damaged from drilling into and I’m hoping it stays strong. So after the Dr. explained to my mom what happened, once again the nurses walk me to the elevator making sure i don’t fall . They’re sweet.
As soon as we left I kinda zonked out in the car. We (mom) hit Coldstone, and I think Trader Joes. I went upstairs and changed the cotton gauze, took an ibu and slept for about 5 hours. Woke up, went and got a Evolution drink and some soup to eat cold and just chilled. My throat is extremely sore and it hurts to swallow anything. I’m praying that I’ll be fine tomorrow and forget all this. Not that I remember most of it haha. My mom has been great through all this. Got me what I asked for, even if it was the wrong thing, but she did more than most parents ever would. I love her:)
Anyway, here are my 24hr chipmunk cheeks.
My left side hurts more than my right but the right appears to be more swollen. interesting eh? ;-)
THE NEXT DAY
Sunday was the worst. No photos of that. My lips exploded and I looked like a boxer (dog) who had been stung by a bee. My face is now normal but the pain is still there. it’s been an adventure. 1.16.14