Out With the Wisdom (Teeth)

After doing a consultation with the oral surgeon yesterday (Thursday, I'm still on Friday time), it was decided that my wisdom teeth were impacted and I would definitely need to take all four of them out. What a way to spend two work-free days. Being that I had 22 vacation days left before the end of the year, and my oga had hinted that I should take some days off, DH and I went through our calendars and took a couple of days off in September, and a few other days every month through the end of the year. I was really looking forward to our September days off, since it would be the first four-day weekend in a while, and was hoping we could go somewhere fun or just hang out together. Turns out that our days off would be used for my oral surgery. Oh well, we've still got Saturday and Sunday left.

Prior to now, I'd heard people say that they've had to take their wisdom teeth out and always wondered why. Well, after going through the pain of feeling them grow and tear out my gums (TMI, sorry), I wanted nothing more than to take them out. I've heard some really bad horror stories from colleagues about needing a whole week off work after the surgery, how their faces doubled in size, and how they spent a lot of time in bed because of the excrutiating pain, my normally overly-confident self was not quite confident walking into the oral surgeon's office today.

During my consultation, I was told that on the day of the surgery, I would need someone to drive me there, stay with me the whole time in case something went awry and drive me back home. My plans to get my hair braided immediately after the 30-45 minute procedure went out the window and I was thankful that DH would be able to do the driving and stay with me throughout the entire time. On a side note, mucho gracias for carrying me up from the wheelchair into the car and telling me to watch my head. Thanks for getting me into the house mysteriously (I don't remember much of the drive) and helping me into bed. Thanks for changing out the gauze in my mouth and getting me salt water to rinse with. I still remember there was a time when I couldn't brush or floss with you nearby. How times have changed. Thank you for taking me around my favorite places and buying way too much food - A large cup of Tomato Basil Soup, Strawberry Romanoff Crepes, Mac and Cheese and Jerk Chicken and a Strawberry Milkshake from Johnny Rockets. In good time, I will do proper justice. Thanks for doing the laundry and cleaning up my mess. Gracias. Grazie. Arigato. Ose. Merci. Daalu.

Back to the surgery, I really had no idea it would be this serious. All I remember was the nurse asking me what flavor of laughing gas I wanted (the laughing gas is supposed to relax you before they put you under). The choices were, orange, bubble gum... I didn't let her go through the entire list but chose bubble gum. I figured, since I hadn't eaten, the bubble gum flavor would trick my senses. As the gas went through my nostrils, I realized I don't like the smell of bubble gum but it was too late. I drifted off to deep sleep and didn't wake up until I was being lifted unto a wheelchair. I've drifted on and off throughout today (still Friday in my books) and haven't had a chance to really talk to my peeps. Here's how my day went, people. Sorry I couldn't talk on the phone. I'm going back to bed now.