No More Wisdom

Dec 31st, my leftmost tooth started hurting. It was just my luck that no dentist was open on that day or the following two days.
I rushed in to the dentist's office as soon as they reopened in January.
It turned out to be an infection caused by my growing wisdom tooth. I left the office that day with a x-ray picture of the lower left corner of my mouth and an appointment with an oral surgeon.

Magically, after the visit to the dentist, it didn't hurt anymore. I looked at the x-ray picture again and again debating whether I should chicken out on the surgery and just hope for its decision to stop growing.

When the date of appointment finally came, I was glad I went in to see the oral surgeon.

When I was put to watching the wisdom teeth video, the video talked about the worst case of wisdom tooth. It was when the tooth was growing side ways and FULLY covered by tissues AND bones. Bones?! I remembered thinking "Wow, that really sucks. I sure couldn't have that judging by the little x-ray photo I had at the dentist."

After a full mouth x ray, it turned out that I had two other teeth growing on my right side. Both growing horizontally. Both covered by bones.

Anyway, since I need to be put to sleep for the left one, I agreed to remove the right ones also.

"Don't worry. It will be over in 45 to an hour. You won't feel a thing after you wake up."
"hehehe..." was my nervous chuckles.

Later on, by later on I mean after I looked at the bill that almost put me to another doctor's office, I was put on a dental chair. The nurse attached four circular pulse detectors on both of my wrists and my ankles...You know like in the movies. After that I could see my heart rate on the screen of the EKG machine...again, like in the movies...
I couldn't help thinking this is kinda cool. I wish someone could take a picture of me so I could see how ridiculous I looked later on.

I should keep a short story short.
They then have me inhale the sleeping gas. I struggled hard to keep my eyes open for a while.
Then the next thing I know, I was helped by a nurse into a bed in a small sleeping room with a mouth full of soft cotton pads. Before I fell back to sleep again, last thing I remembered was the smell the blood from my mouth.

A while later, I heard my ride, the bf, came in and sat down next to me. Then the nurse came in and told him to wake me up. Before he could do anything, the nurse turned on the bright orange light that shined right into my eye. I sat up immediately.

Hours later, I was at home. The anesthesia was no longer in effect. But it didn't hurt as much as what people had told me. My mouth was just incredibly sore. My jaws, tongues, teeth.... sore sore sore...


This is wrap up the story of the removal of my wisdom teeth.