End of a Lousy Three-Day Weekend
At 33 I still have my wisdom teeth, though they're no longer in my head, and I now keep them in a little bag. I actually had them extracted on Friday and have been dealing with the after effects all weekend. Most people have them removed much earlier in life, but like many things I put it off for far too long.
For some reason, I didn't think that I'd get to keep them, but the dentist offered to let me take them home after I asked to see them. Frema thinks it's gross, but I don't think they even look like real teeth. Besides, I've been pretty attached to them for over a decade now. And I may yet put them under my pillow. Just for nostalgia's sake, you know.
The procedure itself went well without any complications, and I am steadily recovering for the most. I was given a prescription to kill most of the pain, but I was still bleeding after I ran out of the gauze they gave me. At that point, you're supposed to bite on damp teabags for an hour, which is kind of like drinking a cold cup of tea that's been steeping for a good 72 hours or so. Plus, it didn't occur to me that decaffeinated tea might have been a better choice of bags, because that's a whole lot of caffeine with a direct line into my bloodstream through the holes in my head. At the same time my pain meds made me feel sleepy, so I was left with a constant state of wired fatigue mixed in with bouts of restlessness after being cooped up for most of what would have otherwise been a three-day weekend for me.
Today, I am trying to make a go of it sans drugs, in hopes of staying coherent for work as well as being able to drive there safely. I'm at home for lunch now, so the day's half over already and so far it's not going too. Still, it's a bit tempting to call in and say I'm having a relapse and need to stay here for the afternoon. I could stay home and try to put my teeth back in. You know, for fun.
8 comments:
Hope you are feeling better this evening. I understand that "constant state of wired fatigue" - feeling like you need to hurry up and go somewhere, eventually...
Nice choppers.
Oooh, I remember when my wisdom teeth came out -- that was hell on earth. The only good thing about it was that I was on drugs for about 3 days straight. My mother dear, the sentimental darling that she is, have kept all my teeth since I was a child. God knows what she does with it... but I still reckon it's sweet ;) Hope you feel better. It's a good excuse to eat as much ice cream as you want though!
Good idea in keeping teeth, baby or other wise. Now a days they can be used for DNA .......if ever you are kidnapped.
Aunt Ruthie
Looking at those teeth makes me nauseous. However, eating bananas also does that, so I guess it's not a fair statement to make right now.
If you put the teeth under your pillow, the tooth fairy still has room to store your teeth either in a big plastic tooth or in the envelope that says, "tooth ready to have money." The envelope is even signed by "Little Luke."
Well, here is my story about getting the back teeth pulled out. This story can only now be told. It would have been wrong to tell it before your work was done.
In the old days, two trips would be taken to get four teeth removed.
The first two were taken care of my mouth just fine. The second two had one really in there side ways. The doc had to really go after it with a hammer. He was telling me as he was working on that back side ways tooth, what a good guy I am to work on. Over and over he says that...good guy stuff. So, I said to him, "He is swell,too." It turns out that I was so deep in sleep that my pluse rate was about zero. He had to wake me up; otherwise, no future daddy for future Luke and Matt.
I see that the Swell Blogs are now Keen Blogs.
boo hoo I only have 2 top wisdom teeth does that mean I am not as wise as most. Hope you feel better soon and as for biteing on a tea bag I hate tea so I would have to bleed to death.
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