A Wisdom Teeth Story

So this is what I wrote on July 16, 2009 directly after my wisdom teeth were taken out:

Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wisdom Teeth: Catch Up, Evolution!
I'm typing this with one hand--the other is busy holding an icepack to my swollen left cheek. Gauze crowds my mouth. Blood occasionally drips. And when I stare into the mirror, I seem happy; I unwillingly smile from ear to ear. I expected this.

I expected to feel uncomfortable from the time I found out my surgery was July 16--July 15. My mom called me then asking if I wanted the "laughing gas" or "pass out" treatment. Laughing gas won the duel, but i was anxious about both.

Now switching the icepack to my right cheek.

As I sat in my modern, black reclining chair with a view of that downtown Dallas building with the hole near the top that I've always wondered whether a plane could fly through, the surgical team put some cover over my nose. they told me to breate through my nose only and then they left. /i was alone.

im bored of typing so ill make therest checklist like.

coulnt breathe well

felt horrible

not the happy drugged up feeling ive heard about

got four shots in gum

one shot in roof of mouth which he said would "pinch alittle"--i cringed "alittle"

he started work on my back right tooth and said i would feel "some pressure"...there was alot of pressure--i chuckled

i think they said half way there after they got ou the first tooth, i chuckled

15 seconds after changing the side the pillow was on, they said only one left--i think that was a lie

i culd feel the final one, not completely, but enough to be uncomfortable

i think the gas started working here because i felt like my neck was in a bow shape and not straight like i previously knew, i felt horribly out of control of my body

started feeling like air was not getting to my lungs= started panicing on the inside but was scared to say anything because it was so close to being over


switching cheeks again


it hurts to attempt to speak--people understand me less than 40% of the time

I hate icepacks, always have (usually i refuse to use them at all)--they are such an inconvienience

Things Ive learned:
I hate being drugged
I hate surgical procedures that you have no idea what is happening (I kept trying to convince my brajin to tell me what was happining--coulnt feel anything nut pressure)
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edit (1/15/2010) I was told later that two of my teeth were impacted, and two were impacted in that they were attached to the bone of my jaw, and the other two were actually in/under my jaw bone. Maybe if I'd have known these facts beforehand, then I would have opted for being knocked out, but then again, being knocked out is not on my to do list. In fact, I do not keep track of a to do list. Maybe I should start one:
1) learn stuff from schooling
2) branch out
3) get more aquainted with the power of this here internet machine
4) taste raw conch
5) write a short story I am proud of
6) be nicer to people/ less argumentative
7) run at least 3 miles per week (my new years resolution)
8) be less secretive when dealing with people I am unfamiliar with (secretive probably wasn't the right word)
9) learn to play a stringed instrument
10)stop saying "There's an app for that," although there probably is...