No more wisdom teeth!

All four of my wisdom teeth came out yesterday morning. I rocked the full anesthesia, because I can't deal with mouth-related ailments. Because I can't turn my face away from my mouth. I don't see the huge deal everyone makes about the Nitrous, I thought I was going to suffocate and it wasn't really pleasurable until when my arm started to go numb from the anesthesia. Surgery took about 40 minutes, despite the fact that I know they had to break at least two teeth to get them out.

They called ahead my prescriptions to my pharmacy, but when I got there, they hadn't been filled yet. Well, the joke was on Target, because I wandered around their store drooling blood and chanting "WHERE'S MY VICODIN" until my prescription was filled.

I don't think the Vicodin is doing much. I really should've requested Percocet. In the meantime, I'm taking Motrin between my Vicodin doses to deal with the swelling. My surgeon called last night to check in on me, which was awfully nice of him. Provided I don't start feeling worse all of a sudden (I'm dreading the "kicked in the face by a mule" level of pain), he's going to get a great review on Yelp from me.



Last night I woke up around 3:30 in a ton of pain. I popped a couple of Motrins (I'd hit my Vicodin quota for the day), iced my face and just lay there until I felt groggy enough to fall asleep again. Fortunately, I woke up this morning with no gross blood jello in my mouth and I got the feeling in my lower lip back. I've been awake for no more than an hour and I'm ready to take a nap.

I found some vegan miso soup at the grocery store last night (impulse run for mashed potatoes), and I'm psyched to start eating some semi-solid food soon.

Will take more pictures later this evening. Unfortunately, I don't think my face is going to look more hilarious than this. I'm just putting these up so Nicole can ask me what the hell is wrong with my face like 50 times, because she deserves to.