Two Teeth Less Wise

Well, it's done. I now have no wisdom teeth left, and I couldn't be happier. Both sets only caused problems. Like I said in my last post, my mouth is too small for the amount of teeth trying to grow, so clearly the ones at the back got the bad end of the deal. From having gone through this twice now, I find myself wondering what horrible agony people went through before dentists or knowledge of what goes on with your teeth. Yikes.

So the operation itself kind of sucked. I went in with my mum, but she wasn't actually there for the extraction (I would've been embarrassed if she was, anyway). Still, she left work early to meet me and I'm glad she did.

First they froze me, I knew what to expect there since they did that last time. My sister went under gas when they took all four of hers out, but I find that it's too expensive and unnecessary because my teeth weren't impacted (not showing through the gums). So they left for about 5 minutes to let the freezing do it's job and I read about celebrity break ups. Katy Perry was singing Fireworks on the radio and I hoped it would end before they came back to pull the teeth. The last thing I wanted to hear then was her.

Once they came back and were prodding in my mouth, I could feel a little bit of poking on my gums. This worried me a bit. Turns out they can't freeze the top ones too much from danger of accidently freezing your brain... okay, didn't need to know that. But because of it, I could feel some of the pulling and the pain. I didn't cry at all with the bottom teeth, but with these ones the assistant had to dab my tears every thirty seconds. I didn't mean to wail, I hope Dr. Sardi didn't mind.

That upset me a lot. I wanted to burst into tears because all I could taste was blood and I kept replaying the feeling in my head. I waited until we were out of the dentist office and cried in my mum's arms. This is why I'm glad she came.

After that I bit down on gauze for a good 5 hours and didn't really eat until the next day. I have to say, I felt much better during the healing process (which is actually still going on) than I did with the bottom teeth. Saturday I was talking, laughing, watching movies, and went out to see The King's Speech with my mum and Molly. It was great!

On the way to the train station on Sunday, Mum and I went to the grocery store to stock up on soft foods before going back to Montreal. I had just taken a Tylenol 3 and ate a banana, which apparently isn't enough food for the medication to work with. I started having a terrible feeling in my stomach in the grocery store, like it was trying to implode or something. Luckily we figured it out, I ate some apple sauce before we bought it and I felt better. Mum knows what to do in those type of situations, thankfully.

So now I'm back at residence, laying around in my PJs, eating soup, pudding, apple sauce and yogurt. I'm trying not to think about home because I always get uncontrollably sad after I visit. But there's only 38 more days until I go home between 2 exams for a few days before moving out entirely and spending the summer in Toronto. I'd really appreciate time flying right about now.