I haventh written a post in some time, so I figured why not now–three ours post wisdom tooth removal.
I didn’t want to go under, because I’ve read about complications, and I just didn’t need that. I also didn’t want to use N20, because 1. I wasn’t sure if my insurance would cover it, and 2. I wasn’t sure if there were potential side effects. My surgeon was also super calm and said local anaesthesia is totally an option.
Fast forward to 8am this morning. The injection was a bit painful but I lived. I want to say that that was the hardest part, but it wasn’t.
I’m not totally sure what he was doing first, but I felt some object shoving around the tooth. This was fine. Whatever. I just imagined they’d hit it with a baby hammer, shatter it and that’s that. Boy, was I wrong.
Instead, I felt pressure on my jaw. There was pushing and then I heard, “You’re going to hear a crack now.” This loud crack fired on cue.
After that, I felt him push all of his weight into my tooth. I felt the pressure on all of my teeth. I was convinced he was trying to break my jaw. Suddenly, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. It was so hard and so fast. I tried to think of Mogli and take deeper breaths. He finally stopped the pushing and said something inaudible. It sounded like, “This is hard.”
This was alarming. I felt like maybe he felt like this just wasn’t going to work. I don’t know. Then there was the drilling and cutting and pushing again.
At one point I felt a sharp pain and raised my hand. It was intense. They numbed me some more and apologized. It was terrifying and painful. When he pushed again on the tooth, I was convinced I’d lose more than that tooth. J I started to worry I’d have nerve damage. I started thinking about the release forms I signed and how other teeth can become damaged from the procedure. I suddenly just wished that I hadn’t agreed to remove this stupid tooth. I kept praying to God to make this go smoothly. I kept remembering all the other times He got me through things.
Then things settled down a little and there were things going on that I couldn’t feel. I just heard the drill and cutting but no more pressure. He pushed in the opposite direction, and it was uncomfortable–like a gentle punch in the face. I couldn’t move my head further back on the table; it just felt awkward.
At one point, I felt him grip something and pull. That’s when I felt and maybe heard it.
He pulled the root out. He had to have. I patiently waited for him to announce his success.
“Okay, Carmen, we got it. We’re going to sew it up now.”
“Thank you,” I managed to mumble.
I never felt more relieved. I was able to relax my body, which I tried to relax throughout the procedure, but kept re-tensing.
They sewed me up, shoved gauze in my mouth and made me sit up. Even though I hadn’t taken any drugs, I felt woozy. He was talking to me, but I wasn’t really listening. I couldn’t focus. I can’t really explain it.
I thanked them both, shook their hands and went to the front desk. I felt good about it. “That was it,” I mentally repeated. “I’m done.”
At the front, the lady asked how I was, and suddenly, out of nowhere, my eyes betrayed me. Tears started to come out. I furiously wiped them away and said that everything was fine and that I’m just a little stressed.
Afterwards, I left and saw Kevin in the waiting room. My eyes continued to disappoint me. My tears were straight dive bombing out of my eyes. It was insanity. I wasn’t sad or scared.
When we got home, five minutes later, I was fine. Took pain medicine and infection medicine and here I am.
My mouth is still bleeding. I’m on gauze pad number 4 or 5.
There’s a dull pain, but its getting stronger. I can take my pain pills every four hours. I have two hours until that point. 😥
This was easily the most stressful experience of my life. I hope I never have to do it again.
Excuse me while I change the gauze.