My 72 Hours Are Up - Post #248

So, I got two of my wisdom teeth pulled the day after Christmas. The two bottom ones are now history. Thank goodness. I'm definitely not looking forward to getting the two top ones out in three year's time. So, to sum up the past three days...

The fear was really the worst part of the actual operation. I mean, you're in a room with this one big chair, some machines, a heck of a lot of wires, and these two ladies telling you it's going to be okay and asking you questions about your life in a not-so-subtle attempt to distract you. Who wouldn't panic?

So they sit you down in the chair, hook your arm up to a blood pressure thing, stick your finger in another thing, stick three more sensors on to your arms with suction cup things, and hook it all up to a machine that reads your pulse (mine got over 200). They hooked me up to laughing gas before they put the IV in because I was so scared. It was weird. You feel kind of fuzzy. I thought I kept a straight head, but looking back I really didn't. It keeps you from being able to get scared. That's the only way to describe it.

They most weirdly reassuring part? Someone in there, or a product of my gassed up mind, sounded like Ms. Temme, and that really made me feel better. Like, "It's okay, I trust her, she knows what she's doing, she's smart." Apparently, when I was coming around, I told this to my dad like eight times (hence his comment on the previous post). I am such a head case. Really.

I don't remember waking up, driving home, much of that day at all, really. I can remember crying into my dad's chest in the kitchen because my lip was so numb and swollen I had to pull it open with my finger to try and swallow a painkiller.

I could hardly speak. I couldn't eat. My face was swollen and bruised, and my lips were dry and cracked beyond belief. I drooled blood all over the place, my nights were a tormented blur of pain, heat pads, and calling out for my parents. I couldn't stand too quickly without passing out.

I passed the time watching Bleach (Jess's anime...156 episodes...after four days I'm on 56. That's 28 hours of Japanese. o.O), coloring (yes, in coloring books, it's pretty calming), and trying to sleep.

I moved from water, to milkshakes, to pudding, to mashed potato, to being able to chew a little macaroni. It should be easier to get better from here.

I'm going to go watch more Bleach, I think. Only 100 episodes to go... =P

--Iona