Wisdom Teeth Extraction

I got my wisdom teeth removed today. They're gone. I'm not 100% sure what they were doing there in the first place, since it seems like everyone just wants to get them out eventually. I'm sure a five minute Google search would lend me an answer, but I find I don't actually care enough to go look it up. Ah, 21st century.

I got to the dental surgery place a bit early, after driving myself and my dad there in his truck - which is a stick-shift, by the way. Remember how I said I never wanted to have to drive manual transmissions? It's because I hate them, and I think I'm going to either die or kill someone else when I'm in them. A few minutes ago, I looked up "pros and cons of learning to drive stick-shift," and you want to know what the best 'pro' reason was? "A lot more fun to drive."

It's totally not.

They're apparently more fuel efficient as well, but I think that's only on average, because our car is pretty fuel efficient, too.

Anyway, we waited at that dental surgery place for a while as they finished up with the patient before me. When they were ready for me, I followed into the back room and sat down on that funny movable chair dentists use, and the assistants gave me a warm blanket. Once I was lying down and super comfortable, they proceeded to give me a tourniquet and put monitor things on my chest and stomach, as well an an air tube in my nose (like they do in the movies). It took a while for a vein to appear on my tourniquet'd arm, but when it finally did I got poked a couple times and given an IV, which I hope to never have to go through again.

Whenever I'm not at home (such as when I'm at a friend's house, or summer camp) it takes me a while to fall asleep. When the doctor lady gave me the IV drip, she said it would put me to sleep during the surgery, and I didn't quite believe her. After only a few moments, however, my head started to feel funny, and then I blacked out.

I think. I didn't really dream or anything, and I can kind of remember them poking around in my face. I think I actually started to wake up as they were talking the last tooth out, and I'm not sure why. It kind of hurt, though my mouth was numbed, and I kept my eyes closed just in case I freaked them out. A little later, as they were finishing up and talking to me again, I realized it actually was difficult to open my eyes, and trying to lift my neck was hard, too.

Some more talking was done, the IV and body monitors removed, and after a couple minutes to let my head clear, I was given ice packs. They had me stand up, which I found surprisingly difficult, and then sit in a wheel chair, where I was wheeled to my dad's waiting truck.

Home. Ice Packs. Dad left to get my prescribed painkillers and antibiotic. I texted a few friends to let them know I was alive. My head still felt a touch fuzzy, and I couldn't close my mouth because I had gauze on my back gums. I went to the bathroom and noticed a line of drool on my chin, thick because of the numbing medicine. While wiping it away, I found a lot of blood trapped between my lip and my teeth, and had to change the gauze.

Dad came back, left for work, and I proceeded to pull the computer out, update Facebook, and look for something interesting to watch online. This was around 11:00, 11:30. I remembered that I was supposed to take the antibiotic right away, but found it almost impossible to swallow even a normal glass of water, as I couldn't feel my tongue. I practiced at it for a while, and finally got the pill down (by this time it was 12:40 - I know because I made a note of it on the refrigerator).

I wanted to eat, but all I was able to figure out was the single-serving Ben and Jerry Double Fudge ice cream. As first, I got the spoon covered in blood, but I managed to get the rest of the ice cream onto the roof on my mouth, bypassing the numbed section of my tongue and letting it melt in the back, where I could still taste. Problem solving FTW.

Watched stuff on the computer. New Simon's Cat video - always cute. Nothing by Hank Green yet. Figured out how to drink apple juice, and got a whole glass down.

Around 2:30, I realized that I got talk. This is what I wrote in this blogger window as a reminder:

"2:30 - I can talk! I can feel my cheekbones and make noises with my mouth that thound almoth like wheel wurds!"

I sounded out that last part to make sure I spelled everything exactly like it sounded, but I left out the parts where I laughed hysterically at myself. My cat came out from the curtain she sleeps behind and gave me a quizzical look.

My mom and I had gone to the store the other day to find foods and soups and stuff for me to eat. I still have to limit myself to liquids (I can have "pasta-consistency" later tonight!") so I had some 'Cream of Chicken', which didn't taste as bad as I was afraid. Now, as soon at the dish washer is finished running, I'm planning on slurping some beef broth, or if I want my veggies, 'Cream of Celery'.

The plan is to be healed by school on Tuesday. Do you hear that, body of mine? We have this all planned out and everything; you better follow the plan!

Edit: 5:30. Mom came home with Chinese Food for dinner, because I insisted that noodles and rice wouldn't require any chewing (which I still can't do). I am swallowing this food whole like a boss. The strange skill-set I've developed over the years has become pretty helpful for my post-wisdom teeth life. I think I'll be able to make it as an adult.