I survived, minus three teeth.
Alas, I have survived the wisdom tooth removal.
I psyched myself up beforehand so I wasn’t even that nervous. The night before I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink after midnight, and I dreamed realistically that Ada was unwrapping foil covered chocolates and stuffing the candy in my mouth. I was like, “Om nom nom this is so delicious. I can’t swallow or I won’t be able to have my surgery. But it’s so goooood…”
Then I woke up and it was time to go. Tyler took me to the oral surgeon and my mom took the girls over to her house.
When I went back into the surgery room it just looked like a regular dentist chair. Anticlimatic much?
They put that gas over my nose, which I didn’t like because it smelled like vomit. Gross. I didn’t realize they were going to use the gas, I thought they were just going to give me something through an IV.
I guess the gas was to make the IV less scary, except I’m not the least bit bothered by needles. If I ever need this again I’m skipping the gas! It didn’t have much effect, it just made me feel really heavy all over.
This is when the unfortunate panic inducing part happened.
They gave me the IV, and the dentist put the drugs in it to make me lose consciousness. You’re still awake technically, you’re just not aware any longer. I watched him inject something into my IV and I wasn’t able to see anymore. I don’t know if my eyes were open or closed, but everything was black. Except I could still hear them. I could still feel everything that was happening.
I felt him give me a shot in my gums and I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I tried to say something, but I couldn’t make any sounds. I was blind and immobilized. I was horrified! It was like I was in this deep, dark tunnel. It was warm and soft there, and heavy, and I couldn’t get out. I felt him give me six shots. I was laying there panicking trying to force my body listen to my brain. I was terrified that I would hear and feel him removing my teeth and not be able to say anything.
Finally I managed to make a noise. In my head it was a loud moan, but it may have been different out loud. I heard the dentist say, “Oh hang on she needs more propofol!” Then they poked me and I moaned again and I heard him exclaim, “Even more?”
The next thing I remember I could hear the nurse talking to me. I felt her removing my IV and it pinched a little. Then I was sitting up on a bed in another room with my glasses on. According to Tyler she gave us after care instructions and I told them prednisone makes me feel like a boss. I have no memory of any of that. The next thing I remember I was sitting in the car, but I don’t even really remember riding home.
Tyler said the nurse told him that I had to have more than double the normal dose of propofol for my size.
I don’t go down without a fight. My insomina even beats out levels of propofol high enough to kill Michael Jackson.
It’s funny in hindsight. It was not funny when I was conscious and paralyzed. That’s the stuff nightmares are made of right there. I never thought that would happen to me.
I have red hair. I’ve read before that redheads react differently to pain and anesthesia. Maybe that has something to do with my experience.
The recovery after the surgery has kind of sucked. The one impacted infected tooth they removed left the worst spot. My jaw bone is all bruised along my cheek and it throbs. Eating is hard and I have been really hungry. For the first two days every time I moved my mouth would bleed. The gauze felt like soggy tampons stuffed in my cheeks, but without it I was swallowing salty penny flavored blood. The first night I drooled red saliva everywhere and woke up encrusted. Really gross.
The bleeding has finally stopped now, on day three. But I have some minor swelling today and more throbbing than before.
The entire time I’ve just been taking ibuprofen for pain. I’m also taking an antibiotic because of the infection that was under the impacted tooth. I had three teeth removed in total, so both sides of my mouth are sore. I’m terrified of dry sockets. I’m so paranoid I’ll knock the clot out. The impacted tooth area periodically oozes puss, which is absolutely disgusting.
I cannot wait until they are all healed. The one good thing I can think of about wisdom teeth removal is that your wisdom teeth never grow back. I’m never doing this again in my life.
And you know what? I completely forgot to ask the dentist if I could keep my teeth! Darn it!
I spent the night at my parents’ house the first night so my mom could help me watch the girls. I still had to take care of Ada all night, which was hard. I came back to my house the next evening and I had a lot of cleaning up to do. Tyler didn’t do a very good job taking care of the pets or helping me get caught up on chores. The hard part is that my mouth throbs and oozes if I move around too much or talk a lot. Taking care of the girls by myself has been hard. I’m hoping I’ll feel a lot better tomorrow. It will be a full three days since the surgery.
Now for some things cute and fluffy, and not teeth related. Brought to you by the world of Instagram!
The girls played with a neighbor girl at my parents’ house while I was putting frozen peas on my swollen jaws. My parents’ court is very safe and the kids can just go out and run and play. They loved it. Our street is…not safe…at all. There are also very few kids that I would want my girls to play with here.
That’s my mom with Ada. Ada and my mom look exactly alike, which is weird because I look like my dad.
This little girl was so incredibly sweet. I want to take Rosie back over to my parents’ this summer so they can play together. She’s 8 and Rosie is (almost) 6, but they got along fine.
You can see Rosie way ahead up there. And yes, my just turned two year old is huge and can race on her new birthday scooter already.
Of course she’s still my baby when she needs a break from her new scooter.
Did anyone else play with these elves and read the books as a kid? I loved them! My mom still had my whole set!
I think she’s called Herself the Elf.
These next pictures are from today, back at my house.
Rosie’s eyes are bugging out of her head in this one, ahahaha!
She still carries Bitty Baby absolutely everywhere.
Ginny the Old English Game bantam sits down inside the feeder to eat undisturbed by the bigger hens.
My Silkie hens are so broody that you can just stick chicks and eggs under them.
Benny and June!
Duck Face grows rapidly! We had to put him/her outside with the heat lamp because it was just too messy and smelly in the rubbermaid tote inside now that (s)he’s a bit larger.
I found out that this is an Ancona duckling. They are considered critical, just a step above endangered, and they are a heritage duck breed.
This is a silver laced Sebright bantam. (Please ignore the random yellow coop wall. I’m in the process of painting everything red and white.)
Abby sunning herself. She looks small in this picture but she’s actually a 60 pound lab mix.
Ok. Aching jaws need to be iced or something. Time to read books in bed.