Wisdom Teeth
I would like to share what wisdom I have gained from having those horrid teeth removed and it is: pain pills work. (a close second was ‘don’t wait till your past your teens’ but I think I chose the right one)
I like to think of myself as a person with a high pain tolerance, I mean, I stab myself hundreds of times with a needle each week. So I figured that I would get these stupid teeth removed, lay about, take some advil and just enjoy my two days of sick leave. Wrong. I ended up with a dry socket (my oral surgeon said this happens when your old, ie, no longer a teenager) and with so much pain that I was counting down the minutes to when I could take the next pain pill. I didn’t sleep, I barely ate, only when high on painkillers did I think life was ok. There was a brief moment on Saturday where I thought things were going ok. What a fool I was.
After much crying and not being happy over the weekend I took off another day from work and got an appointment with my oral surgeon. Unfortunately, I had to wait nearly all day for the appointment and I decided not to take any pills so I could tell the doc exactly what was hurting and not just stare off into space with a dazed look. Mr. Dr. man chided (is that a word?) me for not healing and then put a magic clove ointment dressing thing into my gum that not only numbs the area so it can heal comfortably but fills my mouth with the delightful taste of cloves. Who needs to brush their teeth when their breath is always fresh? It’s like I have a tic-tac wedged into the hole in my gum. Yea!
So now I’m no longer crying or moping and things are looking up for me. I’m going to be in a photo shoot for CW tomorrow. They hired me even after seeing me prior to getting my clove implant. Brave souls. Or desperate. Either way works for me.
September 1st, 2006 at 9:33 am
Hmmm, I commented here yesterday but see it failed to list…. better talk to the site admin, I guess. Any way, sorry about the dry socket, I’ve heard it’s terrible. Get well.