Emily, sans wisdom teeth
So yesterday, with out really being prepared, I had my wisdom teeth taken out. My tummy was empty, but it didn't matter-- I didn't get nitrous oxide or anything. Just novacane and the promise they'd be out in fifteen minutes. Well, forty five minutes later, my mouth was still as wide open as it would go, my lips stretched to their limits, and the dentist was still rooting around and digging. I can honestly say I've never been in more pain than I was at that time. The sheer ache of feeling each tooth turn and twist then pop out was enough to make me gasp. My nails left marks in the arm of the chair.
I am still bleeding, just FYI. And haven't had anything I need to chew for over 24 hours.
The bright side of this excruciating experience is that Emily got vicodin-- about four days worth too! It's a pleasant, artificially relaxing feeling I get after taking one. It mostly makes me sleepy, but that is ok with me. Vicodin has given me the chance to take a break from my emotions, if only for a couple days.
I am still bleeding, just FYI. And haven't had anything I need to chew for over 24 hours.
The bright side of this excruciating experience is that Emily got vicodin-- about four days worth too! It's a pleasant, artificially relaxing feeling I get after taking one. It mostly makes me sleepy, but that is ok with me. Vicodin has given me the chance to take a break from my emotions, if only for a couple days.