Yesterday morning I went in and had my wisdom teeth extracted. That was not very fun. I have been told for years, by more than one dentist and my orthodontist, that they needed to come out. I even went in for a consultation with this oral surgeon back in 2006, but then didn't end up going through with the surgery then. After having more issues with pain and swelling around the teeth, I finally decided it was time to get them out.
I went in at 7:40 in the morning and they pretty much took me right back. Once I was in the chair, they hooked up all these monitors and oxygen to me and started an IV. The next thing I (vaguely) remember was them having me stand up from the chair and get into a wheelchair where they then wheeled me out to my car. I had gauze sticking out of each side of my mouth, completeing the effect of my looking like a walrus.
After that, I remember getting home and walking inside and down the stairs to the recliner. (I was told not to lay flat, and that a recliner would be ideal.) I laid there and slept for a few more hours. I pretty much stayed in that chair for the rest of the day, except for trips to the bathroom and getting water. They actually recommended that I sleep last night in the chair, but I was actually quite uncomfortable from sitting there for so long. So, I ended up sleeping in my bed propped up on my pillows. Surprisingly, I slept pretty well.
I'm still in some pain today though. It hurts quite a bit to even open my mouth to talk. I've taken 2 vicodin since the procedure, and I'm trying to avoid taking them if I don't absolutely need to. But, I may have to take one more today and hopefully I'll be good to go.
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