Becoming Unwise
Well, Friday I had my wisdom teeth taken out. It didn't turn out to be as bad as I thought I would be, with the exception of the first day.
I decided, because of other dental surgery procedures, that I would be put to sleep (though not completely knocked out), so I didn't have to deal with the blood and pressure etc. I slept through basically the entire thing and woke up feeling drunk, which was especially nice when I got to sit in the massage chairs to help me wake up. They told my mom my instructions and we went home.
Things started ok. The semi-communicative hand gestures and scrambles to find a piece of paper were fun while I waited the hour for my freezing to ware off and to take out gauze. The hour passed and I took out the gauze. I believe that was one of the most painful experienced of my life and it had me writhing in my chair. After I managed to calm down, and swallow several mouthfuls of blood, I got some drugs into me and waited 20 mins. for them to start working. An hour later, after the last of my freezing wore off and the pain killers had kicked in, I decided to try eating something. My mom, being the lovely person she is, went to get me some miso soup from a fairly good, local Japanese restaurant. I had a bowl of it, which went rather slowly and messily, and was feeling pretty good, proceeding to take the rest of the pills I needed to be taking (just for those who are curious I'm on Ratio-Oxycocet for pain, Dexamethasone for swelling, and Novo-Amoxin an antibiotic).
Things were ok for a bit and I was still hungry so I started the second bowl. After getting about half way through, I started feeling not so good. Keep in mind this was the only thing I'd had to eat or drink all day (it was about four or five in the afternoon) with the exception of a little water. I stopped eating and was feeling a bit warm. I decided to go upstairs to bed and only made it 3/4ths of the way. I tried to make a dash for the bathroom in my dad's room but didn't quite make it. After the initial shock that I had just puked and had made it the rest of the way to the bathroom in case round two was coming, the second wave of the most excruciating pain came. Stomach acid + Fresh surgery wounds = uncomfortable. So while my mom cleaned up from my previous mess (she's so awesome), I laid in my dad's bed trying not to scrape at my mouth or hold my swollen cheeks. At least my stomach felt better.
When I was able to move, I grabbed my duvet a pillow and asked a few requests from my mom (like my pills and water and a bucket, just in case). We both laid down in the living room and watch (or slept through) Finding Nemo and I ate and managed to keep down some Jell-O. At about eleven-thirty I took my last batch of pills and went to bed.
Did I mention how much I love my mom? I'm going to get her some flowers tomorrow. It's a small token but she really likes them.
The next day was much better as I dropped down to one pain pill a dose and I actually got to eat some real food (I had some pudding, Jell-O, some spinach and artichoke dip, some mashed potatoes, some salmon (mmm protein!) and some ravioli. ).
It was funny because I didn't really think it was as negative an experience as it sounds. Honestly I expected much worse with the exception of the searing pain in the two instances. Overall I was content and can't wait to be able to eat fully again. :D