I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth taken out while I was in the Air Force. They asked if I wanted to be knocked out or just a local, and being the tough guy that I am :rolleyes: I opted for the local. I figured it’s just pulling teeth, how painful can it be?
It actually wasn’t bad during the actual procedure. They took me to Wilford Hall (the hospital on Lackland Air Force Base), because they planned on me being heavily medicated enough to have to spend the night - they were NOT letting me drive home that day. I sat in the chair and was given an IV of something-or-other to relax me. Oooooooooh yeah! I was feeling smooooooooth. Whatver that drip was felt great, so I immediate thought I had made the correct decision in opting for just local anesthesia.
Then the tooth-pulling began.
I don’t remember much of it, thanks to the IV-induced haze I was in, but I do remember at one point the dentist was having trouble with one of the teeth. He put his knee on the chair for leverage while and assistant held my head still and YANKED. I remember seeing a slow-motion trail of blood following the tooth from my mouth and being so stoned I thought, “Whoa! Cool!”
Afterwards, I was in a completely non-private room with 3 roomates, all of whom wanted to chat with the new guy. I was numb from chin to nose, cheeks so swollen you’d think I had a couple puffer fish hidden in my mouth, still stoned from the IV, and these guys wanna chat.
“So, what are you here for?”
“My middom neent mooled.”
“Sorry?”
“My middom neent” I’d repeat, pointing at my mouth and miming yanking a tooth.
“Oh, tonsilitits. We’ll try not to steal your ice cream when you’re sleeping, hehehe.”
And in what I’m sure was video taped (and probably still viewed by the staff when they need a cheap laugh) lunch was served. I’m still numb from nose to chin and they serve me Jell-O, chicken broth, and a thing of juice with a straw. I tried to ask the nurse how I can eat this when I couldn’t feel my face (“Owm I mummosta eaddit?”) but the nurse just showed me where the spoon was on my tray.
You ever try to eat Jell-O and broth when your face is numb? I could never tell if the spoon was in my mouth; I just listened for it to click again my teeth. The Jell-O was even more difficult to eat than the broth, and I resorted to just sliding it down my throat off the little plate. Sucking the juice through a straw was another effort in futility which I gave up on after saturating my shirt and part of the bedsheets.
All this fun, and I hadn’t yet to feel the pain to come later.
So I sympathize, or empathize, or jazzercize, or something like that. Don’t forget to get one of those syringes to clean food and stuff out of the holes in your gums. You don’t want that to get infected or anything.