Last week I had my wisdom teeth removed. The ones that came in almost 20 years ago,
plus the little bastard that decided to start coming in the week my cancer was
discovered. Doctor took them all out,
and I was awake for the entire procedure.
He only used a local. It has been
one week, and I am still adjusting to a wretched life of soft foods.
Yesterday was the first day I could use the little
plastic syringe they gave me. Honestly,
it made a world of difference. My gums
are less inflamed today, and the pain is significantly less, but it does still
hurt.
What hurts? My jaw
and biting hurts. All my teeth feel
super sensitive (still). I think it’s
because they were under so much pressure for so long. My bottom teeth started to crowd, even though
they didn’t hurt until last February, when that final tooth decided to make an
entrance.
Mental note to
self: Take care of the rest of your
teeth for the rest of your life.
Take care of Frank the Dog’s teeth, too.
That little guy will be miserable if he can’t enjoy a hard, crunchy,
juicy carrot. (his favorite).
Part of me feels this pain is so bad because I was awake
during the procedure, which, by the way, wasn’t fun. Even though I was numb, I am certain I tensed
up every nerve in my body as he sawed and ripped them out, one by one.
For a week, I’ve had mostly Jello, pudding, yogurt,
tomato soup, and spaghettios. I tried my
hand at egg salad (yum!) sandwiches and those were pretty soft and easy. Now, today, I’m going to try something a bit
meatier…I miss meat. Lets hope it goes
well.
At least I have my syringe.
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