Owwie
So I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday, and since I'm already sick of TV, im going to tell you all about it.
This is going to be very funny because I don't have Dylan's writing skills, so I'm putting it behind a cut incase you dont want to
Im sorry the spacing is all funny... I dont want to redo it though.
Ouch! I'm pretty sure this whole thing was pretty normal but I figure not everyone gets them out in the hospital.
Firstly, when the admissions nurse was checking me in etc my mom was telling her that she wished more people still going them out in the hospital.
My mom seems to think that it's safer and more comfortable. I only got to go there because one tooth had a cyst around it. Technically the other three weren't
qualified for l'hopital, so we had to pay extra for them. ANYWAYS the nurse goes on to tell her that they dont like to do it in the hospital because its much
more risky putting someone out with a general anesthetic.
Isn't that a bad thing to say to someone whos about to go under? Honestly. Other than that, I wasnt particularily nervous.
Of course, my mom was very stressed out. I fell asleep while waiting on a stretcher, and I think she was praying for me (very cute)
I finally got wheeled into the pre-surgery area after about 2 hours of waiting... I think the OR was running late for whatever reason.
They give you this little shower cap thing to put your hair in, but my hair wouldnt stay. I asked a nurse to help me out and he told me that
my hair is too silky. Ew. Very creepy coming from a middle aged man while I'm lying there in a hospital gown.
As you can tell, I'm leaving very uneventful parts out. Eventually I get wheeled to the OR. Real ORs are not as pretty as they are on tv.
It was too spacious somehow, and the walls were painted a very dirty looking beige. Next, the anesthesiologist hooks up my IV only to
find that the line is knotted, twice. Also creepy. He told me he was going to give me a Halloween cocktail of drugs... the first two made me feel
*so * weird. Everything looked like it was very slowly stretching vertically, and then going back to normal size. Fortunately, that only lasted for
a few minutes and was followed by profound relaxation. The last think I remember was him putting something else in the IV. I dont even remember him
taking it out... and there definately wasnt any counting backwards from 10. Pcha.
Unfortauntely, the first think that I realized upon waking was that I was really really cold and my throat was killing me. Maybe I wouldnt really call it waking...
I couldnt seem to open my eyes. After a while being semi conscious and groaning that i wanted more drugs... The nurse tried to give me some T3s. Now this is the part of the whole ordeal that bothered me the most. I'm not very good at taking pills. I normally have to throw them into the back on my throat, sip some water, and sort of flail
my head back. This is hard to do when you cant feel the bottom half of your face and youre lying down. I tried to swallow them but I just ended up spitting them out
cause it wasnt happening.
After I went into the post-recovery area, the nurse proceeds to tell me mom that I was too confused and kept spitting them out. Of course, I couldnt say
anything cause I couldnt really talk, but I *had* told the nurse before that I couldnt swallow them cause my lips/tongue were numb. Nothing really interesting happened after that besides about 3 minutes of *severe* nausea that was stopped by some wonder drug she put into my IV. I'm assuming it was just from swallowing blood on an empty stomach. Yum yum. Got home around 6 30 from surgery at 3pm.
So I wake up in the middle of the night only to find that my face is STILL numb. I freaked out. My dentist had told me pre-op that I would be numb for a few hours. This was at least seven hours after. The numb part was also very localized, convincing me that they had severed some nerve and I was going to have a paralyzed chin for the
rest of my life. Awesome.
Oh also... this is pretty funny. I didnt feel like my head was foggy at all. Apparently its supposed to be after they knock you out completely. To my dismay it took
me about 10 minutes to figure this out. The T3 bottle says I can take 2 pills every four hours, to a maximum of 12 pills daily. I couldnt figure out if that I meant
I could take them every four hours including during the night, or if I couldnt take any overnight without going over the maximum allowance.
Ha.
Ouch. Watching the Daily Show when it hurts to laugh is a bad idea.
This is going to be very funny because I don't have Dylan's writing skills, so I'm putting it behind a cut incase you dont want to
Im sorry the spacing is all funny... I dont want to redo it though.
Ouch! I'm pretty sure this whole thing was pretty normal but I figure not everyone gets them out in the hospital.
Firstly, when the admissions nurse was checking me in etc my mom was telling her that she wished more people still going them out in the hospital.
My mom seems to think that it's safer and more comfortable. I only got to go there because one tooth had a cyst around it. Technically the other three weren't
qualified for l'hopital, so we had to pay extra for them. ANYWAYS the nurse goes on to tell her that they dont like to do it in the hospital because its much
more risky putting someone out with a general anesthetic.
Isn't that a bad thing to say to someone whos about to go under? Honestly. Other than that, I wasnt particularily nervous.
Of course, my mom was very stressed out. I fell asleep while waiting on a stretcher, and I think she was praying for me (very cute)
I finally got wheeled into the pre-surgery area after about 2 hours of waiting... I think the OR was running late for whatever reason.
They give you this little shower cap thing to put your hair in, but my hair wouldnt stay. I asked a nurse to help me out and he told me that
my hair is too silky. Ew. Very creepy coming from a middle aged man while I'm lying there in a hospital gown.
As you can tell, I'm leaving very uneventful parts out. Eventually I get wheeled to the OR. Real ORs are not as pretty as they are on tv.
It was too spacious somehow, and the walls were painted a very dirty looking beige. Next, the anesthesiologist hooks up my IV only to
find that the line is knotted, twice. Also creepy. He told me he was going to give me a Halloween cocktail of drugs... the first two made me feel
*so * weird. Everything looked like it was very slowly stretching vertically, and then going back to normal size. Fortunately, that only lasted for
a few minutes and was followed by profound relaxation. The last think I remember was him putting something else in the IV. I dont even remember him
taking it out... and there definately wasnt any counting backwards from 10. Pcha.
Unfortauntely, the first think that I realized upon waking was that I was really really cold and my throat was killing me. Maybe I wouldnt really call it waking...
I couldnt seem to open my eyes. After a while being semi conscious and groaning that i wanted more drugs... The nurse tried to give me some T3s. Now this is the part of the whole ordeal that bothered me the most. I'm not very good at taking pills. I normally have to throw them into the back on my throat, sip some water, and sort of flail
my head back. This is hard to do when you cant feel the bottom half of your face and youre lying down. I tried to swallow them but I just ended up spitting them out
cause it wasnt happening.
After I went into the post-recovery area, the nurse proceeds to tell me mom that I was too confused and kept spitting them out. Of course, I couldnt say
anything cause I couldnt really talk, but I *had* told the nurse before that I couldnt swallow them cause my lips/tongue were numb. Nothing really interesting happened after that besides about 3 minutes of *severe* nausea that was stopped by some wonder drug she put into my IV. I'm assuming it was just from swallowing blood on an empty stomach. Yum yum. Got home around 6 30 from surgery at 3pm.
So I wake up in the middle of the night only to find that my face is STILL numb. I freaked out. My dentist had told me pre-op that I would be numb for a few hours. This was at least seven hours after. The numb part was also very localized, convincing me that they had severed some nerve and I was going to have a paralyzed chin for the
rest of my life. Awesome.
Oh also... this is pretty funny. I didnt feel like my head was foggy at all. Apparently its supposed to be after they knock you out completely. To my dismay it took
me about 10 minutes to figure this out. The T3 bottle says I can take 2 pills every four hours, to a maximum of 12 pills daily. I couldnt figure out if that I meant
I could take them every four hours including during the night, or if I couldnt take any overnight without going over the maximum allowance.
Ha.
Ouch. Watching the Daily Show when it hurts to laugh is a bad idea.