It all began on Saturday. After a big night out I woke up with a small pain in the back of my mouth. I didn’t think much of it, just brushed my teeth and gargled some Listerine. The pain wasn’t too bad for the rest of the day… just thought it was a toothache. I was still able to eat normal foods without screaming in pain.
Cut to Sunday. I woke up with one side of my face swollen up so badly I looked like a chipmunk storing nuts. When I went to brush my teeth I spat out a lot of blood. I realised I couldn’t open my mouth very far without pain. Well, I put some numbing gel onto the back of my mouth and had a look inside. Oh Jeeze! My mouth looked like an A bomb had gone off inside it! The inside of one cheek was all swollen and red. My gums were all puffy. I could see a little blood oozing out of one gum.
And then I saw it.
A little bit of white, a tooth emerging from the very back of my gums! Starting to split it open! Argggh! Wisdom tooth!
Well, I trotted off to the dentist, and after poking and prodding my already throbbing mouth with some metal tools that looked more suited for an autopsy, he confimed my wisdom teeth were growing, and that I also had an infection. I still need some X rays, which will cost around $150 dollars, and then my dentist will refer me to an oral surgeon. After a day and night in hospital and three weeks of eating mush, I’ll be good as new. Bah.
It’s now Wednesday. I have been eating sloppy mush for two days. I have to wait until the end of the week for my X rays, and it will probably be another two weeks before I am able to have my surgery. I am on antibiotics. I have already lost three pounds.
My best friend asked me the other night if I wanted pizza.
“I can’t eat it!” I cried.
“Well, I can mush it up for you,” was her reply.
Why do they call them “Wisdom teeth?” I don’t feel wise.