Dear Readers,
I've had an awesome week trying to get my wisdom teeth out. I'll let you in all the whole story(Just FYI, these are not my teeth):
About a month ago, I scheduled an appointment with my dentist to just come in, get all numbed up and get all of them out and get back to normal life. That appointment was this last Wednesday, April 28. After the dentist numbed up my lips and gums, he gave me the release forms saying I understand the possible outcomes of getting the teeth out. While reading that over, I felt sick. They laid me back in the chair and I felt fine, so he continued on with the extraction.
Almost 5 minutes in, when the dentist had about half a tooth out, I felt real queasy again. He then decided that I should go to an oral surgeon and be put to sleep while getting my teeth removed. It apparently made it easier. Why he didn't recommend that in the first place? No one knows.
I went home that day and it was difficult to eat anything with my mouth still numb(My dentist has a habit of loading on the anesthetics) and gauze taking up one whole side. Lucky, it didn't hurt much and decided I could go to my dance class the next day if I felt the same. My mom scheduled a consult for wisdom teeth extraction on Thursday and then the actual procedure on Friday.
Thursday morning turned out quite boring, but it made my day to hear from friends who sent me texts. :) I watched Youtube videos of Big Bands most of the morning and read a lot. It's amazing how much more you understand when there's no timeline to uphold. We then proceeded to the Doctor's office so he could tell us basically what we already knew. Don't eat 4 hours before hand, no sucking on straws afterward, wear comfortable clothes for the surgery, etc.
I went home after that and had another pretty boring night. I played a few games of chess. I stopped putting gauze in my mouth from the first attempt. I stopped taking Lorotab. The typical night, right?
Friday morning I was able to go work on the social dance piece for Ms Hathaway because she needed a couple extra guys to balance out the ratio of guys to girls. After class, I came home and chowed down on scrambled eggs, one of the few things I could eat at that point. At 2:45 PM, we got in the car.
We arrived at the office a few minutes early, but the doctor took me right back regardless. I've got to say, it was relatively painless. The nurses put a heart monitor on my finger and a blood pressure monitor on my left arm. They also put weird metal things around my wrists, but I don't know what they did. I closed my eyes at this point because I hate needles and I could tell that the anesthesia was coming next in a little IV in my arm. I felt the prick of the needle and soon enough, I was out like a light.
The next thing I remember: waking up on our living room couch and feeling really puffy. I won't lie, the couple of hours were some of the most painful I've experience in my life. Luckily, drugs can fix that. Despite how against them I am. I hate drugs. My parents have to all but shove them down my throat when I'm sick or need them for an odd reason.
Ever since then, I've felt pretty good. My diet has included Dippin' Dots, a Popsicle and about 20 glasses of water. I do believe my recovery has been much better than my brother's. He was out for the better part of three days and he was delirious for most of the time he found consciousness. Yep. Getting out the wisdom teeth in not all that bad.
I've had an awesome week trying to get my wisdom teeth out. I'll let you in all the whole story(Just FYI, these are not my teeth):
About a month ago, I scheduled an appointment with my dentist to just come in, get all numbed up and get all of them out and get back to normal life. That appointment was this last Wednesday, April 28. After the dentist numbed up my lips and gums, he gave me the release forms saying I understand the possible outcomes of getting the teeth out. While reading that over, I felt sick. They laid me back in the chair and I felt fine, so he continued on with the extraction.
Almost 5 minutes in, when the dentist had about half a tooth out, I felt real queasy again. He then decided that I should go to an oral surgeon and be put to sleep while getting my teeth removed. It apparently made it easier. Why he didn't recommend that in the first place? No one knows.
I went home that day and it was difficult to eat anything with my mouth still numb(My dentist has a habit of loading on the anesthetics) and gauze taking up one whole side. Lucky, it didn't hurt much and decided I could go to my dance class the next day if I felt the same. My mom scheduled a consult for wisdom teeth extraction on Thursday and then the actual procedure on Friday.
Thursday morning turned out quite boring, but it made my day to hear from friends who sent me texts. :) I watched Youtube videos of Big Bands most of the morning and read a lot. It's amazing how much more you understand when there's no timeline to uphold. We then proceeded to the Doctor's office so he could tell us basically what we already knew. Don't eat 4 hours before hand, no sucking on straws afterward, wear comfortable clothes for the surgery, etc.
I went home after that and had another pretty boring night. I played a few games of chess. I stopped putting gauze in my mouth from the first attempt. I stopped taking Lorotab. The typical night, right?
Friday morning I was able to go work on the social dance piece for Ms Hathaway because she needed a couple extra guys to balance out the ratio of guys to girls. After class, I came home and chowed down on scrambled eggs, one of the few things I could eat at that point. At 2:45 PM, we got in the car.
We arrived at the office a few minutes early, but the doctor took me right back regardless. I've got to say, it was relatively painless. The nurses put a heart monitor on my finger and a blood pressure monitor on my left arm. They also put weird metal things around my wrists, but I don't know what they did. I closed my eyes at this point because I hate needles and I could tell that the anesthesia was coming next in a little IV in my arm. I felt the prick of the needle and soon enough, I was out like a light.
The next thing I remember: waking up on our living room couch and feeling really puffy. I won't lie, the couple of hours were some of the most painful I've experience in my life. Luckily, drugs can fix that. Despite how against them I am. I hate drugs. My parents have to all but shove them down my throat when I'm sick or need them for an odd reason.
Ever since then, I've felt pretty good. My diet has included Dippin' Dots, a Popsicle and about 20 glasses of water. I do believe my recovery has been much better than my brother's. He was out for the better part of three days and he was delirious for most of the time he found consciousness. Yep. Getting out the wisdom teeth in not all that bad.
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