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Yesterday I went to the dentist to have my wisdom taken out, and I'm surprised how painless it was. Here I was, nervous as all hell, and it was nothing.
After taking a second look at my xrays, doc decided against extracting the one on the bottom, and just removed the two on top. He said the one on the bottom would be really hard to get out with how it was positioned and it would cause me a great deal of pain, so since that one really hasn't given me any problems we just left it in.
Doc numbed my mouth and got to work, and I sure as hell didn't feel a thing. Ten minutes later he said, "Done" to which I replied, "What? You're done already?", which made him laugh. Totally not the nightmare I thought it was going to be.
I paid the receptionist and left to go fill my prescriptions, thinking that I'd definitely need those percocets when the local wears off. And here I am, 26 hours later and I have yet to take one for pain. I woke up this morning at 6am and couldn't fall back to sleep, so I took one. But that's it.
There's no swelling, no pain (a little discomfort if I open my mouth real big), nothing. This is great.
Today I lounged around and wasted an entire day in my PJ's. Checked my email, read a little, checked my bank account (hello tax refund!), reserved a hotel room for April, online window shopped for the perfect shoes to wear with the dress I'm going to buy, read some more, texted, IMed, ordered birthday presents for Wesley from 4 different stores, read, contemplated taking a nap, thought better of it, blah blah blah. I don't feel guilty about it either. I've got five more days to do real stuff such as cleaning and whatnot. Today was my day.
After taking a second look at my xrays, doc decided against extracting the one on the bottom, and just removed the two on top. He said the one on the bottom would be really hard to get out with how it was positioned and it would cause me a great deal of pain, so since that one really hasn't given me any problems we just left it in.
Doc numbed my mouth and got to work, and I sure as hell didn't feel a thing. Ten minutes later he said, "Done" to which I replied, "What? You're done already?", which made him laugh. Totally not the nightmare I thought it was going to be.
I paid the receptionist and left to go fill my prescriptions, thinking that I'd definitely need those percocets when the local wears off. And here I am, 26 hours later and I have yet to take one for pain. I woke up this morning at 6am and couldn't fall back to sleep, so I took one. But that's it.
There's no swelling, no pain (a little discomfort if I open my mouth real big), nothing. This is great.
Today I lounged around and wasted an entire day in my PJ's. Checked my email, read a little, checked my bank account (hello tax refund!), reserved a hotel room for April, online window shopped for the perfect shoes to wear with the dress I'm going to buy, read some more, texted, IMed, ordered birthday presents for Wesley from 4 different stores, read, contemplated taking a nap, thought better of it, blah blah blah. I don't feel guilty about it either. I've got five more days to do real stuff such as cleaning and whatnot. Today was my day.