Many posts ago I mentioned that I needed some dental work done. I had an abscessed molar that swelled my jaw almost into the shape of a golfball. Then the same thing happened on the other side sometime after that. From then on, even though the swelling went down, I was still in various levels of discomfort. Anywhere from dull aches to throbbing pain. Whatever the level, it was constant.
I think my life changed yesterday. I finally got to the dentist and had them yanked out. Finally! That’s not all. I had five more taken out, all molars. I needed to. They were just waiting to take the place of the other two that I had evicted. I hope this doesn’t turn anyone off. It’s not as drastic as it sounds. It didn’t change my appearance one bit (not that anyone knows what I look like anyway). The only difference is that I don’t have my extreme back teeth anymore. I am comfortable with that and I’ll say why toward the end of this.
I couldn’t mention this without sharing the grewsome details with you. I arrived at the dentist’s office at 1:30. He’s actually an oral surgeon/plastic surgeon . . . whatever. Anyway, when my time came they had me lay on what looked like a large ironing board. Above was that huge light that I remember from when I was a kid getting braces. Not a comforting sight. The doctor came in and sat down without even saying hi. He then put an IV in my hand and the next thing I knew I was being wheeled into another room after the procedure. It was as though I was looking at that light one moment, then blinked and was suddenly in another room. An hour later.
That’s some serious druggage. Now I know why they require you to have a ride home. I was unsteady when I got to my feet as they led me to the wheelchair they used to roll me out to the parking lot. By now I was becoming aware of the state of my mouth. I wasn’t in pain but it was stuffed full of gauze and blood. I couldn’t feel my face and I could hardly talk, mostly due to all the gauze that was crammed in there. By the time I got home the drugs had mostly worn off. My Dad is the greatest. He hung around to make sure I didn’t walk into walls or drown as I took my first few sips of water after seven hours. He even went and got me popsicles (the only thing I was allowed to have) and an ice pack. I spent the rest of the night changing out the gauze and spitting blood. Sorry, just a fact. Gabby is the greatest too. She hardly let me out of her sight and wanted to wait on me hand and foot. Thing is, I couldn’t have anything but an ice pack. I went to bed feeling pretty ragged. The damned numbing agent they used never wore off. My lower face felt like Play-Do to my hands and my tongue was even numb.
Gabby woke me up this morning and asked how I was feeling. I was half asleep. I sat up in bed and as I became more awake I realized that I felt fantastic. I touched my face and I could feel my hand. I bounced out of bed and took a shower. I wasn’t bleeding anymore and there was absolutely no swelling which I was told there would be. I was also told that I would need several days of healing before I could get back to work or anything else. Bullshit. I was not only normal but feeling better than I have in twenty years. In fact, I felt like I was twenty again. How’s that for healing up? I’ve never felt better in my life. My mood even took a major upswing. I can’t help but think that those teeth might have been slowly and increasingly dragging my health and mood down. Good riddance.