Day 43-My Wisdom is Gone!

About 4 years ago my brother had to get his wisdom teeth taken out. He had gotten his teeth out toward the beginning of that week, and around the end of the week my mom had a prior commitment for work where she would be out of town. So, I was there to take care of little Keithie. I've never seen him in so much pain then I did at this time. He was swollen, immobile, and miserable. I was so glad at this point that I had been told my wisdom teeth came in perfectly straight and I would not need to have them removed. Yippee!!!

And then the day came when I was told, "Hannah, it is time to get your wisdom teeth removed." what?!! No! I was told I didn't have to! "Well, Hannah if you don't get them removed the cavities that are already developing will be filled and then eventually they will start to decay, and we don't do root canals on wisdom teeth." Uh...I'm sorry root canal? Yah, I'm not all about that! This conversation happened about 3 years ago with my dentist and I've been pushing it further and further off of my list of things to do, because quite frankly I didn't want to be in that much pain!

Well, my last dentist appointment was in March and they basically told me I needed to get it done this summer. So, I scheduled the appointment and started getting myself all worked up on how this day would look.

July 16, slowly but surely came upon us and there I was in the chair waiting to be seen. Making sure all of the people that came into the room knew I was nervous! The anesthesiologist came in and talked with me, he wanted to give my I.V. in my hand. Here's the thing, my hand veins are extremely difficult to find! So not only did he have to stick me once, but he had to stick me twice! By the time he was removing the first I.V. he told me that the pain medicine was already working through my veins...and oh was he right! I essentially sat in the room feeling amazing, and just cracking jokes with the two nurses and anesthesiologist while we were waiting for the surgeon. I say jokes, but I have no clue if I was actually being funny.

Then, the surgeon came in, a mask was put on me and I was told to take two breaths. The next thing I knew I was being told to wake up and come sit with my mom. So, I did, feeling amazing!

Now I'm sitting on the couch with gauze in my mouth. The pain? Yes it's there but not to the point that I can't blog! More to come tomorrow. By the way if you would like a good laugh, check out the picture below.