I’m finally recovered from my wisdom teeth surgery. The event itself wasn’t so bad, because I was under “twilight sleep” where I was told I would experience “no pain or no memory of pain.” Obviously the first one is the better one. I think that’s what I got–I immediately fell asleep or fell into a trance state or whatever, because one minute I was talking to the doctor, and the next I had two giant holes in my mouth stuffed with gauze.
I spent the last week sitting on the couch, trying to work on Vicodin. Vicodin makes records sounds better, but makes writing a lot worse. By Wednesday my cheeks had exploded, and I had big nasty bruises down both sides of my face. My doctor said he was surprised I could even come in for a followup. My teeth had to be smashed out, and they had to cut away a part of my jawbone, because my mouth is too small.
Anyway, so that’s where the blog name comes from.
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When I got my wisdom teeth pulled, I only had the bottom 2, thank god. Watched Benji movies on public television the entire weekend, and was fascinated by just how many fast food commercials come on television. I wanted a hamburger so effing badly by the end of that experience.
I did too! I got White Castle, which is practically a liquid burger.
hey , i have had no teeth in my mouth since i was 21 i, im now 28 ….. it was a calcium deficiancy btw, i understand the pain you went thru afterwards because i had all of my bottoms done at once then i had all of my tops done ….. i hope you never have anymore mouth related problems