I finally had my three wisdom teeth taken out. Or sawed in half and jerked out, I should say. I mean, I don't know if that's exactly what happened because I was in laughing gas land where nothing gets through but everything is funny. I'm still amazed that I was genuinely surprised when I started laughing for no reason and said "so that's why they call it laughing gas". Uh.... good call, there chief. But in my defense, I was drugged at the time. And it's usually the blatantly obvious things that become crystal clear during those times. You know, those truths that are right there, under your nose.
My favorite part was when they strap that laughing gas pump thingy over my mouth and nose, tell me to breath deeply and then want to have a conversation with me. First off, I don't know if you've noticed, but there is thing covering my mouth.... and second, I am quickly slipping down that slippery slope of drugs that makes everything on the outside speed up but everything on the inside slow way down. So, it seems like the doctor is talking like super-duper fast and I'm responding like "yyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, ttttttthhhhhhhatttttt'sssss goooooooooddddd"
And then.... suddenly, the absence of anything is funny. Like, the funniest durn thing. And it makes me laugh. And I know that nothing is funny and it sure is odd for me to start laughing at nothing. And I try to stop and hold it in, but that doesn't work and I bust out laughing even louder than before. So even though I'm all drugged out, I at least know that laughing at nothing is strange behavior. But I can't stop. The nurse goes 'you can't hold it in. It just doesn't work'. So I let it all out. And the other nurse goes "she's even making me laugh" and I felt a slight ping of success.
And then I remember nothing, like not even time passing and then I'm back. And they want me to get up and walk. And I'm like, yeah. Fat chance. So she takes me out the back where Chase is waiting with the car. I try to make a joke and ask if this is the "druggie exit". I don't think she got it.
I spent the rest of the day taking oxycodone every four hours and replacing bloody gauze pads in my mouth. It was not magical. I had a horrible headache that I later discovered was courtesy of the so called "pain meds". Thank goodness Chase was there to nurse me back to health. He fed me purreed potato soup that my mother made for me. So sweet! What a love fest!
So I found out that when my mouth started to hurt and I took the oxycodone, I soon got a horrible headache that made me dizzy and woozy. I couldn't stand or sit up. But my mouth stopped hurting! Because the rest of my head hurt so much! I was like, this is crap! I thought this stuff was the shizz! I was sorely disappointed in the pain meds. I wondered how anyone could get addicted to this stuff when it makes you feel worse than before you took it! So I ended up with a catch 22. Take the meds and feel awful. Or don't take the meds and suffer the constant, dull ache in the back of your jaw. Awesome.
A few days later, the stitches started to open up and I looked in and there was this gaping hole in my mouth! I was like, eh? Is that normal? I don't think so. So I stressed the rest of the weekend over it and then called the teeth extraction place on Monday. Turns out, apparently it is normal. I am now the owner of three gaping holes in my mouth. How strange.
It's now been nearly two weeks since that fateful day when they came in and tore out three of my teeth. And it still hurts! Geezeeee. What's the deal with that? I have another pain med prescription, but I don't really want it if it's going to make me feel worse! I don't think that's the point of the medication. But whatever.
My wisdom teeth are finally gone and I'm still waiting on my insurance to reimburse me for their part. I feel that I might be waiting a while....
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