I Almost Died... Not Really... But My Mother Sure Thinks I Almost Did
I had surgery... two teeth removed... one was a wisdom tooth the size of Mt. Rushmore... all the staff wanted to keep it to show off to other dentists.... but it was so huge I wanted to keep it myself... it took over 45 minutes to get out... and caused a lot of pain.
There was lots of blood... and fun... as the other tooth was stuck between two other teeth and was tricky to get out.
The trip home was miserable... my mother can't drive.. she jostled me constantly slamming on breaks for no reason... and had the heat on maximum to defrost the windshield... which didn't work. It was like 100 degrees in the car... which did not help me.
So I got home... took out the gauze... and then blood started spurting out of my nose and my mouth. And I mean spurting like crazy out nose and mouth and down my throat... and I was with my mother... who panicked and was completely useless in a crisis... all crying and standing around... I had to yell at her to do each thing and yelling only made her cry more... but blood was gushing out of me and all over my room and kitchen and sink and all over towels.... and I had to yell to carry my voice across the piles of towels all over my face.
So... I had to go all the way back to Falmouth... like a 30-40 minute drive in the miserable sauna box. They then proceeded to take out all of the stitchwork for the one on my upper jaw... searched around... discovered a small vein they nicked in my sinus while getting out the wisdom tooth... which if left alone would've caused me to bleed out. So then they fixed it and sewed me up again.
I made my father drive me home instead. I was not driving with my mother.
Now I'm..... in an incredible amount of pain. The left side of my face is the size of a soccerball. I'm taking double doses of vicodin.... which helps some with the pain... and makes me kind of...... very out of it. There's still blood all over my hands.... haven't gone to wash it off. There also still blood all over my desk... haven't washed that off either.
Now I'm trying to eat... it's not pleasant... yogurt and cottage cheese.... both of which are a goddamn struggle to get in my mouth and swallow. And I'm usually good at swallowing creamy substances.... I guess not so much with a giant swollen face and a gaping hole where I used to have a ridiculously sized and three pronged claw of a wisdom tooth. I think I'm gonna make the tooth into a necklace or something.
I have work Friday... I'm guessing I'm gonna be a mess... but hopefully I'll be well enough to go in.
I think that's all for now.... I'm not even sure why I'm writing.... just taking a break from trying to eat and no tv is on that I want to watch... I think I'm gonna break out some Avatar... I need something easy to watch that I have. Honestly... what I want to watch most is Suite Life... which has become one of my favorite shows ever. I mean... it's not anything good... sure the Sprouses are fucking drop dead gorgeous..... but mostly... the show is just plain silly senseless goofy fun with a bit of heart mixed in and just hits the spot when I want to lie down and not have to pay much attention. Plus.. yeah.... looking at Sprouses is...... something I could do for a living... professional Sprouse looker atter.
I'd probably just go to sleep if I could... but I need to stay up for at least 2 more hours to take the next dose of my antibiotic.
So yeah.... Flehbeh.
There was lots of blood... and fun... as the other tooth was stuck between two other teeth and was tricky to get out.
The trip home was miserable... my mother can't drive.. she jostled me constantly slamming on breaks for no reason... and had the heat on maximum to defrost the windshield... which didn't work. It was like 100 degrees in the car... which did not help me.
So I got home... took out the gauze... and then blood started spurting out of my nose and my mouth. And I mean spurting like crazy out nose and mouth and down my throat... and I was with my mother... who panicked and was completely useless in a crisis... all crying and standing around... I had to yell at her to do each thing and yelling only made her cry more... but blood was gushing out of me and all over my room and kitchen and sink and all over towels.... and I had to yell to carry my voice across the piles of towels all over my face.
So... I had to go all the way back to Falmouth... like a 30-40 minute drive in the miserable sauna box. They then proceeded to take out all of the stitchwork for the one on my upper jaw... searched around... discovered a small vein they nicked in my sinus while getting out the wisdom tooth... which if left alone would've caused me to bleed out. So then they fixed it and sewed me up again.
I made my father drive me home instead. I was not driving with my mother.
Now I'm..... in an incredible amount of pain. The left side of my face is the size of a soccerball. I'm taking double doses of vicodin.... which helps some with the pain... and makes me kind of...... very out of it. There's still blood all over my hands.... haven't gone to wash it off. There also still blood all over my desk... haven't washed that off either.
Now I'm trying to eat... it's not pleasant... yogurt and cottage cheese.... both of which are a goddamn struggle to get in my mouth and swallow. And I'm usually good at swallowing creamy substances.... I guess not so much with a giant swollen face and a gaping hole where I used to have a ridiculously sized and three pronged claw of a wisdom tooth. I think I'm gonna make the tooth into a necklace or something.
I have work Friday... I'm guessing I'm gonna be a mess... but hopefully I'll be well enough to go in.
I think that's all for now.... I'm not even sure why I'm writing.... just taking a break from trying to eat and no tv is on that I want to watch... I think I'm gonna break out some Avatar... I need something easy to watch that I have. Honestly... what I want to watch most is Suite Life... which has become one of my favorite shows ever. I mean... it's not anything good... sure the Sprouses are fucking drop dead gorgeous..... but mostly... the show is just plain silly senseless goofy fun with a bit of heart mixed in and just hits the spot when I want to lie down and not have to pay much attention. Plus.. yeah.... looking at Sprouses is...... something I could do for a living... professional Sprouse looker atter.
I'd probably just go to sleep if I could... but I need to stay up for at least 2 more hours to take the next dose of my antibiotic.
So yeah.... Flehbeh.