Saw saw, screech screech
I´m back home! Thank you all, very much, for your quite useful tips (ice packs and ice cream - oh yeah).
*hugs esteven especially for her lovely phone message*
They kept me nearly a week in hospital instead of 3-4 days because it was tougher than we´d foreseen, but nevermind: it´s over!
It was all done with local anaesthetics, electric saw and drill, and about twenty minutes of plain hammering by hand for each tooth to chisel them out, with a hefty assistant holding my head like a vice so the surgeon could hammer away, they were so imbedded. I got a kind of cloth mask with a hole for the mouth (reminded me of the nightshirt for chaste sex of Victorian times, but in an oral version) so I couldn´t see, but the sound effects were rather creepy.
The first two wisdom teeth took two hours apiece (so four hours for the first session), and though I asked the surgeon to please get on with the other two, he was panting by the time he finished stitching, and said no way. (Maybe he wasn´t so keen to get on after I´d had a, um, knee-jerk reflex that hit a soft spot. Well, I DID warn him before that I wasn´t getting enough air.) All in all, I was reasonably chipper after the first round, and devilishly hungry.
No happy pills, though :( Just a local painkiller called "Cataflam" which wears off after about five hours and leaves you on your own for another three hours til you´re allowed to take the next one. It was bearable, though, a kind of subdued burning and throbbing, not the sudden blasts of needles-and-pins people had warned me about. So I dozed on and off, but it wasn´t much.
(Bless my non-snoring room-mate, a nice woman who´d fallen off her bycicle and broken her jaw. As soon as we found out of our mutual dogmania (she has a Golden, whoot!) we hit it off and couldn´t stop gabbing about our loveys. There was only one nurse by day and another by night, both really nice (i.e., the nonfussing sort that says: "You guys okay? Good! Then I´ll leave you alone, holler if you´re dying" and then goes off to read or sew or mind her own business). Also, the whole oral surgery section was almost empty and very quiet: just we two girls, plus two men in the next room. One was an infected wisdom tooth (ha! I knew why I was having them all out pre-emptively!). The other was a lovely twen boy who, for not reason at all, got jumped on and had his face shattered by a mugger he´d never seen in his life. I mean, such things happen in Budapest, but there in little provincial Györ?!)
The next day the doc had a look at my flapping cakehole and said it looked good enough to start on the next two. We did, but three and a half hours later the lower left one was bleeding like a whale sprout and not even halfway out, so he called it a day, half-stitched it to stop the hemorrhage, and said he´d have a special bone drill borrowed down from Budapest first, because he couldn´t get any further with the usual tools.
*That* one was a contumacious little sod and it gave me a ghastly night. Next day the drill hadn´t arrived so I was kept as doped as the nurse dared to go with my 86-pound frame, or they wouldn´t have been able to give me enough anaesthetics next day for the next round.
So finally the drill was there and it took the doc about an hour and a half to finish the reluctant one (I asked him to pound it to dust for me :p) and we were both so hyped to have it out, he did the last one in about an hour and that was it, wheeeee! I only had fever the night of the living zombie half-out tooth, and it wasn´t high, so they gave me a pack of Augmentin antibiotics and I was okay the rest of the time.
I´m still dizzy from the loss of blood and the hospital porridge, and right now my visage is like a ball of rugby with all the colours of the rainbow in it, but other than that, it´s okay.
Only two catches are, 1. I can barely stand on my feet due to lack of sleep and I need to build up again before I may bring Wotan home (it was the breeder who said so), I have to go back to hospital on Wednesday to get the stitches out, so make that next Friday...
*wails, howls, stomps foot, throws Veruca Salt tantrum*
The second catch is, doc was adamant NO contact sports for half a year. That means no orange belt this year (bugger. I was starting to enjoy it!)
So I´m off to the coffin for three days of just R&R. And then I´ll FINALLY FINALLY snatch Dr Wotan Winston Watson (*winks at Izzie*) and then catch up with you!!!
Raspberry kisses all around - and once again, thank you for your really useful tips!!
*hugs esteven especially for her lovely phone message*
They kept me nearly a week in hospital instead of 3-4 days because it was tougher than we´d foreseen, but nevermind: it´s over!
It was all done with local anaesthetics, electric saw and drill, and about twenty minutes of plain hammering by hand for each tooth to chisel them out, with a hefty assistant holding my head like a vice so the surgeon could hammer away, they were so imbedded. I got a kind of cloth mask with a hole for the mouth (reminded me of the nightshirt for chaste sex of Victorian times, but in an oral version) so I couldn´t see, but the sound effects were rather creepy.
The first two wisdom teeth took two hours apiece (so four hours for the first session), and though I asked the surgeon to please get on with the other two, he was panting by the time he finished stitching, and said no way. (Maybe he wasn´t so keen to get on after I´d had a, um, knee-jerk reflex that hit a soft spot. Well, I DID warn him before that I wasn´t getting enough air.) All in all, I was reasonably chipper after the first round, and devilishly hungry.
No happy pills, though :( Just a local painkiller called "Cataflam" which wears off after about five hours and leaves you on your own for another three hours til you´re allowed to take the next one. It was bearable, though, a kind of subdued burning and throbbing, not the sudden blasts of needles-and-pins people had warned me about. So I dozed on and off, but it wasn´t much.
(Bless my non-snoring room-mate, a nice woman who´d fallen off her bycicle and broken her jaw. As soon as we found out of our mutual dogmania (she has a Golden, whoot!) we hit it off and couldn´t stop gabbing about our loveys. There was only one nurse by day and another by night, both really nice (i.e., the nonfussing sort that says: "You guys okay? Good! Then I´ll leave you alone, holler if you´re dying" and then goes off to read or sew or mind her own business). Also, the whole oral surgery section was almost empty and very quiet: just we two girls, plus two men in the next room. One was an infected wisdom tooth (ha! I knew why I was having them all out pre-emptively!). The other was a lovely twen boy who, for not reason at all, got jumped on and had his face shattered by a mugger he´d never seen in his life. I mean, such things happen in Budapest, but there in little provincial Györ?!)
The next day the doc had a look at my flapping cakehole and said it looked good enough to start on the next two. We did, but three and a half hours later the lower left one was bleeding like a whale sprout and not even halfway out, so he called it a day, half-stitched it to stop the hemorrhage, and said he´d have a special bone drill borrowed down from Budapest first, because he couldn´t get any further with the usual tools.
*That* one was a contumacious little sod and it gave me a ghastly night. Next day the drill hadn´t arrived so I was kept as doped as the nurse dared to go with my 86-pound frame, or they wouldn´t have been able to give me enough anaesthetics next day for the next round.
So finally the drill was there and it took the doc about an hour and a half to finish the reluctant one (I asked him to pound it to dust for me :p) and we were both so hyped to have it out, he did the last one in about an hour and that was it, wheeeee! I only had fever the night of the living zombie half-out tooth, and it wasn´t high, so they gave me a pack of Augmentin antibiotics and I was okay the rest of the time.
I´m still dizzy from the loss of blood and the hospital porridge, and right now my visage is like a ball of rugby with all the colours of the rainbow in it, but other than that, it´s okay.
Only two catches are, 1. I can barely stand on my feet due to lack of sleep and I need to build up again before I may bring Wotan home (it was the breeder who said so), I have to go back to hospital on Wednesday to get the stitches out, so make that next Friday...
*wails, howls, stomps foot, throws Veruca Salt tantrum*
The second catch is, doc was adamant NO contact sports for half a year. That means no orange belt this year (bugger. I was starting to enjoy it!)
So I´m off to the coffin for three days of just R&R. And then I´ll FINALLY FINALLY snatch Dr Wotan Winston Watson (*winks at Izzie*) and then catch up with you!!!
Raspberry kisses all around - and once again, thank you for your really useful tips!!