Yesterday was the big day - my appointment at the oral surgeon to have my wisdom teeth removed, before they could cause problems, I guess. I was a bit cheesed off over having to miss school, cause important things that required my presence were going down, but whatever. Anyway…
My grandmother came over the night before so she could take me and my three sibs home from the oral surgeon, since my dad is on a business trip in Atlantic City (or nearby) and good 'ol mom didn’t want us to have to wait for each other an hour plus while in pain. It was very nice of grandma to do this. I have the best grandmother in the world.
So, we got there, and after a looong wait, I was the last one to go in. I sat down and was introduced to this interesting device they have that can best be described as a high-pressure novacaine squirt gun. They put it against your arm, hit the button, and novacaine squirts out and numbs the spot on your arm where they’re putting the IV. I found out when they did this procedure that the novacaine squirty device hurts quite enough on its own, thank you very much - my theory is that, as dental specialists, they aren’t worth anything at putting needles in with a mininum of fuss. No way to get around the pain, I guess, but I was actually pretty happy with how they did things. They calmed me down pretty good. Then they gave me the tranquilizer before loading me up with anesthesia.
My main issue with tranquilizers and anesthesia is that I’m never sure of when I actually lost consciousness, which sort of bugs me. It seems I always remember up to a couple minutes after they give me the trank, and then I wake up. It was the same way the last time I was under general anesthesia.
When it came to waking up, though, this was good. I was still doped up on novacaine, and couldn’t feel much other than slight discomfort due to the gauze stuffed in my mouth. Getting out to the car wasn’t even that bad, leaning on my mom’s shoulder.
I think the biggest problem I’ve had so far was that once I got home, it took hours to stop bleeding, especially on the left side of my mouth. The gauze actually seemed to pull away any clotting when I removed it, so I had to give up on that. Other than a headache and sore jaws, though, I was fine. I would have gotten up and gotten to my computer, but it seems the combination of a headache and lots of Percocet (on second thought, maybe that’s why it wasn’t so bad - I recall that sitting there with gauze stuffed in my mouth was actually quite uncomfortable at times) made me too nauseous to stand up for more than long enough to answer a call of nature. This is consistent with my previous experience with percocet and and other painkillers. Fortunately, this time I had strength enough to walk and wasn’t attached to a catheter with the nurses refusing to believe thatI coudn’t handle sitting up for half an hour.
So now it’s about 18 hours later, and aside from some very sore lower jaws, I’m pretty good. Up top, it’s not so bad at all, and I’m not sure why. I think I could even go get something soft to eat now. Hmmm… chocolate pudding… mmmmmm…