Cold, soft foods just aren't doing it for me right now. I want some pizza, a veggie burger or some lasagna! I am working on my second bowl of cinnamon applesauce right now and wishing that all of my God given teeth would have just fit in my freaking mouth! Instead, they were cut out of my head yesterday. It really is a good thing, they were very painful while they still remained, crammed into the back of my jaw, but I just hope that I can eat some good solid food sometime soon.
Yesterday was quite an experience. I went in at 9:00 for my surgery and my first task as a patient was to remove my black nail polish I had donned for Halloween. The assistant said that her monitors could not read through the dark polish. So, I sat in the chair and worked finger by finger while she asked me the routine questions. "When was the last time you ate or drank?" "How much do you weigh?" "You understand we are taking out all four of your wisdom teeth, correct?" After my mini-interview and manicure I was instructed to hop up into the chair for surgery. They gave me some gas to calm my fear of the IV and proceeded to strap my arm tightly with the tourniquet and try to find one of my elusive veins. They ended up putting the IV in the top of my hand. It wasn't horrible and the assistant held my hand for the whole thing. Pretty soon I was floating away. I heard the doctor and the assistants talking about basketball and big hands, and was pretty sure I saw a bacon/crocodile skin pattern on the ceiling at one point. The next thing I remember was waking up and hearing the terrible crunch of one of my teeth being pulled or smashed or whatever it was they were doing in my open mouth. I also saw the stitches before he put them in, but I was in and out and none of it really mattered to me. The next thing I knew, I was trying to pet the nurse goodbye.
When I arrived home, my sister who was taking care of me told me I could not have the pain meds until I stopped bleeding. I promptly fell asleep only to awaken an hour later screaming in pain and crying. I knew I had to eat something before I took the medication and I forced some pudding in my mouth before I swallowed the first pain pill. All Rachel saw was pudding, blood and tears. I ran into our spare bedroom and threw myself onto the bed before passing back out. The rest of the day was a pretty big blur. Lots of sleeping, pudding and pain pills every 4 hours. Now that I am on my second day, it really is not that bad, I am just a bit sore and hungry. I am glad the experience is almost over and that my mouth will be feeling back to normal pretty soon.
Snack Pack pudding is my new BFF.
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