So, I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday. It went surprisingly well.
The only bad part was that I had to wait almost an hour in the office, so I was feeling pretty nervous. My Mom kept talking and talking - She thought she was helping me but she was making me more nervous. But then, one of the nurses (who used to be a hairstylist and did my hair all the time) came in. It was so nice seeing her again! She really has a calming effect over people.
She took me into the operating room where a giant bag of some clear liquid loomed over me. To distract myself from the impending needle (yes, I was more scared of the needle than getting the teeth taken out) I kept asking a million questions. It turns out that scary liquid was sugar water incase something happened to my sugar levels during surgery (my Mom then said it was mostly for diabetics). They put oxygen tubes up my noce (which really ticked) and an oxygen level reader on my finger. It was connected to a monitor with a whole bunch of numbers. I asked what they all meant. The other nurse said that one was oxygen level, two were blood pressure, and the other two were something I can't remember now. I was really freaked out cause my blood pressure was 20 points higher than it was the last time I got checked, but they assured me it was because I was nervous. A few minutes later, after I had calmed down, the numbers went back closer to what they were - 124 over 76. Then the doctor came in.
He wrapped a tight rubber band around my arm, just above where they were going to inject the needle. I looked away and chanted to myself while he put it in. Since it was a small needle, it didn't hurt too badly - I just hate seeing them in my arm. He then gave me a relaxer for a couple of minutes while he stepped out. My hairstylist was joking around the whole time. Then he came back and injected the general anesthesia.
I remember waking up and the room was swirling. I could barely keep my eyes open. I apparently kept asking the nurses what my numbers were. I was very concerned aboyt my blood pressure. When they finally understood me and realized what I wa talking about, they assured me I was well within the normal range. I couldn't track time very well, but it seemed like thirty minutes later I was able to focus better. That's when they brought my wheelchair.
They were no gentle getting me into the wheelchair. When they put up the feet rests, they went to give my mom some papers of what I was and was not supposed to do. I spent my time trying to scoot my wheelchair out of the room - a difficult and impossible task because that baby had some strong breaks. I remember they all were laughing at my trying to escape. They finally unlocked the breaks and rolled my down the hallway. They let my roll it myself for a foot or so - Or at least, thinking back on it, they pretended to. We rolled outside and loaded my into my mom's car. I said bye to my hairstylist.
We then drove to pick up my medications at CVS. My mom said that my reaction to the anesthesia was crying. I apparently cried the whole way home. I remember it a little bit - it wasn't crying from pain, I was just crying. I also was fascinated by the raindrops on the windows, and took some hilarious photos of myself.
When we got home, my mom steered me to bed. She made me take one of the meds, the painkiller, and told me she was going to get one of my favorite smoothies from Smoothie King - A Caribbean Way 40 oz. She also got a smaller one for later, but I don't know what flavor it is. While she was out, I started crying more. Robert, my brother, came in and asked me what was wrong. I said that I was missing my teeth and I wanted to see them. He just stared at me for a minute and then said "Okay, I'll go look for them". he came back a few minutes later, but to no avail. But instead of making me cry more, I started laughing and claimed that they were in a better place now. He left, after giving me my cellphone to that I could call him or mom if I needed anything else. I immediately texted my mom, asking for my teeth. She didn't respond. (Here's the actual text: "I want my teeth.")
She got home shortly after that, and handed me my smoothie. I spooned some of it in my mouth so that I wouldn't be taking the other meds on an empty stomach. I then went back to my room and texted my mom this jewel: "What times are ever4thing m3edswstagger4 how often for everything? pain meds." After deciphering my message, she told me that I would have to take a pain killer every four to six hours, and another pill about an hour after I take the first one. I nodded and tried to go to sleep.
So far, all I've had to eat is 34 oz. of my smoothie, two cans of chicken broth (two different brands), water, mashed potatoes from S&S (which are absolutely amazing), and coke. On the paper of what and what not to do, it says that a little bit of classic formula coke is okay. I was confused, but wasn't complaing :) My mom got me the little 12 oz. bottles, and I've drinked most of one now.
I haven't felt any pain yet - well, except from the first time I was chnging my gauze and I pulled out one too quickly. But it wasn't that bad. My bleeding stopped really quickly, and I've been talking and walking and doing other stuff all day. My mom says I'm doing really, really well, and it was only the first hour or so that I was really loopy.
I wasn't expecting to heal this fast. This is really good, because I was afraid that I would only still be abe to eat those things on move-in day, but it looks like I'll be able to branch out! And if I get some more sleep and am still doing this well, I might be able to go to band and teach a pit sectional (which I would get paid for - boo yeah!). I had told the director about my wisdom teeth, and she was like "Ooh, yeah, call me whenever you are ready to teach" but it's looking like I can tomorrow. Which is excellent, cause 1) I;d love to see everyone again, and 2) I get paid. The other bad side is I'd have to deal with this little brat who thinks he is God, but I'm pretty sure I can take him ;)
Goodnight!
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