Hi everyone! I hope you had a great adjust back into class and studying up for the tests and homework that lie ahead this semester. Today I am going to take the time to revisit an exciting time in my life over Christmas break: getting my wisdom teeth out.
My wisdom teeth were taken out in an emergency surgery a week prior to me coming back to school. Now you may be thinking, "oh my gosh that's so severe," but in all reality, it was standard wisdom teeth surgery. So, before I get into the day of the surgery lets take it back a week...
The Thursday prior to my surgery I was sitting in my living room when all of a sudden a searing pain overcame my mouth. As I sat there and panicked I made my mom try to look in my mouth to see what was wrong. After her telling me to stop and grossing everyone in my family out, I began icing my jaw. The following morning I called the dentist to figure out what was wrong.
The following Monday I went to the dentist to find out what the next step would be. As I sat in the chair and had my x-rays taken, and find out what if i has to kiss my teeth goodbye. As the dentist came in, she did not look like she had good news. She informed me that I had three teeth cutting through my gums and I would need to see an oral surgeon as soon as possible. So the very next day I was off to have my teeth cut out of my mouth.
That Tuesday morning (the day of my extraction) I woke up bright and early at 6:15 a.m. to start my day with staff training events at work before the surgery. After those events wrapped up I headed home to begin to get ready for the surgery. Once arriving at the oral surgeon's office I began to get very nervous.
I have never had a major surgery before; what if something went wrong, what if I died? All these thoughts were swarming in my mind as I waited for the surgeon and nurses to come see me. The doctor informed me that my lower left wisdom tooth had pushed all the way through and could have started the process of nerve damage. After my semi-scary consultation, I was taken back to the operating room. I wore a nifty hair net and listened to my pulse go up and down as they prepped me for surgery. The last memory I have before taking the best nap of my life was the doctor asking me where my parents worked.
Once I woke up, the nurses and my dad walked me out to the car to begin the ride home. The entire ride home I kept asking for ice cream and kept being told no. My only reasoning (still being drugged up) as to why I couldn't have any was because it could kill me. Once arriving home I finally got situated and then took another nap. (two naps in a day was so nice btw).The days after my surgery I had never felt better; I could talk without pain and I woke up not having to ice my jaw as often. I felt so good I even drove back to Wichita Falls that Friday to help with a church retreat! Am I crazy for doing that? YES!! But that's a story for a different day.
From laughing (at my expense) to shedding tears because I thought I was missing my tongue, all in all the experience could have been worse. Any who, have a great rest of the week my dudes!
