Back from the doctor
13 years ago
I hate going to the doctor(I mentioned that a few times, didn't I?), but in this case the guy was awesome. I asked him what exactly was going to happen, and he let me know with pretty good detail.
Here's how the whole thing went down: I had never been to this place before, so I had to get an x-ray done(probably would have had to do that anyway), and paperwork had to be done and such. After all that, we were brought into an exam room where we reviewed the x-rays, and found out that I had four teeth to be removed. The top two were perfectly fine, growing in nicely and were ready to go. The bottom two were unfortunately growing in sideways, but luck was on my side and they hadn't developed far enough to reach the nerve in my lower jaw. Once we were done with the review, the doctor took a peek inside my mouth to see what he would have to deal with.
Finally, I was taken to the actual surgery room(mom had to wait outside). There the assistants put some heart monitor pad things on my chest and a oxygen measuring device on my finger. One of the assistants radio'd in some help, and that help brought in an IV. That was no big deal at all, cause I'd had my share of allergy shots in the past. I even said to all the doctors, "If a needle is going to be the worst part of this, then I'll be fine".
Barely a minute after the needle was in, I was out. I don't even think I saw the actual doctor come in. An instant later(so it seemed to me, apparently it went on for about an hour), I was awake and had gauze in my mouth. Everyone kept telling me "You're done!" but my brain wouldn't comprehend it for some reason.
I wonder why.(sarcasm)
The only thing I remember anyone telling me after the surgery was this. "Can you walk to the car, or would you like a wheelchair?"
I think it was one of the assistants, but I'm not sure. I recall saying "A wheelchair would be cool". And it was. Until I had to get out, of course. And into the car. With SO many things to hit your head on. The ride home was nothing spectacular, except I kept trying to text my friends and failing real bad. I could think straight by this time, but my hands wouldn't move like I wanted them to.
I got home, had to keep the gauze pad things in for an hour, and then proceeded to eat because I was starving. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink 6 hours prior to the surgery.
And finally, here I am. All things considered, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. My whole bottom jaw is still numb(along with my tongue >.<), and I've had four bowls of chicken noodle soup. I was really hungry XD I can't taste or feel ice cold water on my tongue, which is pretty freakin' weird.
I'm sure that tomorrow and the next few days will seriously suck, but ah well. We'll jump that hurdle when we get there.
Anyway, that's what happened. Wisdom teeth are out, and I'll never have to worry about THAT again.
So yay~
Here's how the whole thing went down: I had never been to this place before, so I had to get an x-ray done(probably would have had to do that anyway), and paperwork had to be done and such. After all that, we were brought into an exam room where we reviewed the x-rays, and found out that I had four teeth to be removed. The top two were perfectly fine, growing in nicely and were ready to go. The bottom two were unfortunately growing in sideways, but luck was on my side and they hadn't developed far enough to reach the nerve in my lower jaw. Once we were done with the review, the doctor took a peek inside my mouth to see what he would have to deal with.
Finally, I was taken to the actual surgery room(mom had to wait outside). There the assistants put some heart monitor pad things on my chest and a oxygen measuring device on my finger. One of the assistants radio'd in some help, and that help brought in an IV. That was no big deal at all, cause I'd had my share of allergy shots in the past. I even said to all the doctors, "If a needle is going to be the worst part of this, then I'll be fine".
Barely a minute after the needle was in, I was out. I don't even think I saw the actual doctor come in. An instant later(so it seemed to me, apparently it went on for about an hour), I was awake and had gauze in my mouth. Everyone kept telling me "You're done!" but my brain wouldn't comprehend it for some reason.
I wonder why.(sarcasm)
The only thing I remember anyone telling me after the surgery was this. "Can you walk to the car, or would you like a wheelchair?"
I think it was one of the assistants, but I'm not sure. I recall saying "A wheelchair would be cool". And it was. Until I had to get out, of course. And into the car. With SO many things to hit your head on. The ride home was nothing spectacular, except I kept trying to text my friends and failing real bad. I could think straight by this time, but my hands wouldn't move like I wanted them to.
I got home, had to keep the gauze pad things in for an hour, and then proceeded to eat because I was starving. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink 6 hours prior to the surgery.
And finally, here I am. All things considered, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. My whole bottom jaw is still numb(along with my tongue >.<), and I've had four bowls of chicken noodle soup. I was really hungry XD I can't taste or feel ice cold water on my tongue, which is pretty freakin' weird.
I'm sure that tomorrow and the next few days will seriously suck, but ah well. We'll jump that hurdle when we get there.
Anyway, that's what happened. Wisdom teeth are out, and I'll never have to worry about THAT again.
So yay~
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