Ever since I was a child of about seven and I saw my dad spitting blood for a couple of days after getting his wisdom teeth taken out I have dreaded getting mine taken out. At that time I remember praying a lot that I would be spared.
Alas, however I was not and last night I went along to the dentist for the removal of teeth. It was perhaps not as bad as I had imagined at that young age and not worth all those years of dread but none the less it was pretty unpleasant. He gave me anaesthetic which was good so I didn’t feel much pain but I sure felt pulling and pushing and yanking. Later in the evening it began to hurt but again some strong pain killers knocked me out pretty nicely. Although they don’t get rid of the yucky taste in your mouth.
One nice thing was is that after it I was informed that I did not have to pay the bill. I was told that they would be sending that to my grandfather who had been in the week before and informed them that he would fix it up. Sweet. The other nice thing was Martin cooked me Rice Pudding for dinner and it was yum. And there was enough left over for lunch today and dinner. I don’t think I am up for solids yet.
Ah! The wisdoms. All 4 of mine were impacted and taken out at the same time. Thankfully, I chose to go to hospital – they had to dislocate my jaw to remove the back ones. Had a face swollen like a chipmunk for a few days. Yay for rice pudding though – yum!
That is exactly what happened to me. It did not hurt near as much as thought after watching dad spit blood and grandma fitted the bill. Yay, for our grandparents.
Oh Mil,- wisdom teeth removal – a horrible business – you have my sympathy. Maybe this is the way your grandparents can show their love and support.