|I am the Human Chipmunk!
||[May. 17th, 2008|11:49 am]
I had my wisdom teeth taken out on Thursday. I can't report all that much about the experience itself because I missed it. I thought that the dentist was going to use conscious sedation. Then he put something in the IV and told me "I've just given you some medicine that's going to make you a little sleepy." 30 seconds later -- give or take -- a nurse was waking me up and helping me wobble over to the recovery room. It's probably just as well. I imagine I was a much more cooperative patient than I would have otherwise been when they went after the more strangely positioned teeth.
The lower half of my face feels like it is swollen to the dimensions of a beach ball. I am coming to despise the 90 minutes between when one dose of painkillers wears off and when I am allowed to take the next one. I have something stronger if I need it but I'm trying not to resort to that unless absolutely necessary. My diet consists mainly of Gatorade and sunshine floats. I am wearing an icepack that wraps around the top of my head and the bottom of my jaw. For an accurate picture of what it looks like, imagine a production of "A Christmas Carol" with Marley hovering over Ebenezer's bed moaning "Scrooooooooooooge!" in his best dead miser voice. See the thing wrapped around his head? That's me, but with Velcro holding it together at the top instead of a knot.
Really, though, I'm doing fine. All of that is completely par for the course and I have the tools I need to deal with it. Best of all, I have willowisp looking after me. She's been absolutely amazing. I almost feel embarrassed, like I should tell her "No, really, let me get this one. You've done more than enough already."
I'll be glad when this one's over.
Tag-team Aleve every 8 or 9 hours with tylenol 2hrs before the next Aleve dose.
Ouch ouch ouch.
Hope you feel better soon.
When I got my wisdom teeth out, back in high school, I apparently started to cry big heartwrenching sobs the moment I was put under. Before they'd done anything to me, in fact.
The moment I was out I started to cry. And kept on crying. And kept on crying. The entire time I was out.
When I woke up the I was surrounded by my parents, the nurse, the maxillofacial surgeon, his partner, and I think one or two of the office staff, all looking incredibly worried and perplexed and hoping I could enlighten them. I had no idea I'd been crying and didn't know a specific reason why I would've been, so I was no help.
All I can say is that I must have been very depressed over how horrible my family situation was and the anesthesia knocked out my conscious mind, leaving my unconcious mind free to express what it was feeling.
So be glad, painful though your recovery may be, you didn't have that happen. :)
ow. ow ow ow. *hug* i hope you feel better soon!
my wisdom teeth were dug out when i was 16 or 17 - i remember almost nothing about the experience except a vague impression of being in bed for 3 days listening to a tape my friend had made for me... over and over and over.
apparently i was allergic to whatever painkiller they gave me, threw it up (past my raw incisions - not recommended), and then was so traumatized that i refused to try any of the other painkillers. hence the 3 days in bed. on balance, i'm glad i don't actually remember the details! and i'm glad you had a less eventful procedure, even though i'm sure it hurts just as much.
That seems to correlate with my experience of getting my wisdom teeth out. I basically woke up and asked when they were going to remove them and they informed me it was already done. I only vaguely remember the rest of the day, and for most of the rest of the week I ate only milkshakes.
Good luck with everything!