Never, Ever Google Images Wisdom Teeth
What can I say about the actual surgery? Nothing bad really, my problems all started later actually. The drugs and oxygen during the procedure were all really great. Sure he couldn't find my vein at first, but I was already too out of it from the anesthesia so I just wiggled a bit in complaint to which Dr. Perez said, it shouldn't really hurt... a-huh.
And you know, surprisingly, being awake and remembering everything from the operation wasn't that bad. Sure the weird noises and feeling the pulling and tugging was no fun - but I mean I pretty much kept my mind focused on the craptastic music playing in his office (Daughtry, if you must know).
Soon enough I was being wheeled out through the back with my little blue goodie bag filled with prescriptions for my five different pain pills and the two extra souvenir teeth that were behind my wisdom teeth. They were actually ridiculously small, leaving me to wonder if they were worth just how much we paid for them to be removed.
I'm not gonna lie, there were tears. Not exactly from pain but, shit, there were a lot of emotions going on. Anyway, the first two days after recovery are pretty much tied for being the longest of my life. No food, an intense amount of drugs, blood & gauze, and let's not forget neverending nausea.
A few hours after the surgery I began to feel this horrible stomachache coming on and I just got so scared that if I were going to throw up I'd hurt my jaw seeing as how I could barely even open it to begin with. But it came anyway - five times.
It sucked, it sucked and it sucked. Finally I was just able to pass out and the doctor finally decided to return our pages and halt all medication and prescribe something for the nausea. I pretty much cursed the Earth in those 48 hours and death upon the dentist who never called us back.
All I can say now is, Freeze Pops and Jello have become my best friends.
