diary of a hungry girl after mouth surgery
A month or two before I went to Japan I was at the dentist and they mentioned that I'd need my wisdom teeth taken out soon.
That was about five years ago.
I finally got them out on Friday and so far things have been pretty good. Obviously I'm not fully healed, but I am looking forward to finding out what it feels like to NOT have a constant dull, throbbing pain in my jaws. My mom came to town Thursday night and we got together with a couple friends for my "last meal" of sushi. I cherish that memory now because I'm always hungry. (T____T) My diet has consisted of mashed potatoes, yogurt, pudding, and broth soup. Oh, and some soft serve my mom got for me Friday night. <3
...while she ate a delicious smelling pizza. (I told her it was fine.)
Today I ventured out for the first time on my own because I needed more painkillers and food. I'm pretty happy that I am now able to eat chunky soups and mac & cheese, albeit carefully. I've already told my friends the first big meal I want is a fucking cheeseburger. I miss proteins. I've been carefully nibbling on bits of chicken in some of the soups but it can't compare to a nice, juicy slab of beef. Not to mention when I open my freezer I see WAFFLES. And edamame.
My surgery itself went pretty well, you could say. I don't know, I was semi-conscious for most of it. I was awake but relaxed and had my eyes closed the whole time, and I felt nothing. It was the most relaxing experience I've ever had. And even when they were done and the nurse was helping me to the recovery area it just felt like I was a little drunk. The most annoying part of it all was having to change my gauze every half hour. I think I was lucky that my bleeding pretty much stopped a little after midnight so I said "fuck it" to the gauze because it was causing a lot of stress on my jaw, constantly keeping them in. I'd say that hurt more than anything else.
No dry socket yet but I'm holding my breath. The nurse said they never exposed any of my nerves so I think I have less of a chance of it happening.
Oh, and one of the best things? My mom completely cleaned my apartment while I was in and out of sleep on Friday. It looks amazing. She cleaned, she rearranged, organized. Now I'd like to keep it this way.
I get to go back to work tomorrow. ;( Poopoo.
That was about five years ago.
I finally got them out on Friday and so far things have been pretty good. Obviously I'm not fully healed, but I am looking forward to finding out what it feels like to NOT have a constant dull, throbbing pain in my jaws. My mom came to town Thursday night and we got together with a couple friends for my "last meal" of sushi. I cherish that memory now because I'm always hungry. (T____T) My diet has consisted of mashed potatoes, yogurt, pudding, and broth soup. Oh, and some soft serve my mom got for me Friday night. <3
...while she ate a delicious smelling pizza. (I told her it was fine.)
Today I ventured out for the first time on my own because I needed more painkillers and food. I'm pretty happy that I am now able to eat chunky soups and mac & cheese, albeit carefully. I've already told my friends the first big meal I want is a fucking cheeseburger. I miss proteins. I've been carefully nibbling on bits of chicken in some of the soups but it can't compare to a nice, juicy slab of beef. Not to mention when I open my freezer I see WAFFLES. And edamame.
My surgery itself went pretty well, you could say. I don't know, I was semi-conscious for most of it. I was awake but relaxed and had my eyes closed the whole time, and I felt nothing. It was the most relaxing experience I've ever had. And even when they were done and the nurse was helping me to the recovery area it just felt like I was a little drunk. The most annoying part of it all was having to change my gauze every half hour. I think I was lucky that my bleeding pretty much stopped a little after midnight so I said "fuck it" to the gauze because it was causing a lot of stress on my jaw, constantly keeping them in. I'd say that hurt more than anything else.
No dry socket yet but I'm holding my breath. The nurse said they never exposed any of my nerves so I think I have less of a chance of it happening.
Oh, and one of the best things? My mom completely cleaned my apartment while I was in and out of sleep on Friday. It looks amazing. She cleaned, she rearranged, organized. Now I'd like to keep it this way.
I get to go back to work tomorrow. ;( Poopoo.