...Ow...

Well, Last Friday I got my wisdom teeth out. For those of you who do not know about wisdom teeth, they are the tooth equivalent of the friend who thinks you like them and want to be around them, but in truth, they make your life miserable. Basically, Wisdom teeth are useless, that wouldn't be a problem, but more often than not, there is not enough room in your mouth for them, so their presence is painful, which is why most people get them removed. My dentist thought I should get them out now before the root is fully formed, so my mom scheduled me an appointment one week from our vacation.  

Well, Friday came, and I was under the impression that getting your wisdom teeth removed was just a matter of being knocked out, and then spending a week eating ice cream and sleeping, not a bad deal, except there is more to it than that. The doctor that was doing the extraction was a fast talker, so I missed almost all of what he said. Then the nurse pulled out a needle, ready to stick the IV in me. I'm not terribly bad with needles, but my veins are apparently deep, so the nurse kept sticking that needle in me until they reached the vein, which hurt, really bad. Not much later I was in a sort of quasi sleep, where I was aware what was going on in my mouth, but frankly did not give a shit.

The strangest part of the experience though, the fact that I came out of my sleep in what seemed was a five minute period of time, but was actually an hour. WTF?!?!?!?! That fucked with my perception of time.  I spent the rest of the day, popping pills, sleeping, and drinking icee's.  

And here I am now, five days after the surgery, and my mouth is still swollen, still in pain, and I still can't eat solid foods. Not only that, but one of the pills is not setting right, and I've thrown up twice in these past five days, both times causing me to bleed again.  And eating ice cream and sleeping for a week? Not as fun as it sounds. I'm ready to eat some real food, but I still can't, and I want to go somewhere, but I fear I will pass out from drowsiness. I don't think I can eat another bowl of jell-o.

I still have about a few more days before I can eat substantial food again, and about a month before my mouth is completely healed. The only good thing about this all is that I only have to do it once.