1/4th Wisdom

It seems my posts will only show 1/4 of my wisdom from now on . . . Friday I had my wisdom teeth extracted. Well, I had already had one taken out a while ago. Friday was an oral surgeon's attempt at removing the remaining three.

I headed into the office with confidence! I was actually wearing a shirt of Bree's for some added support. I was pleased that I was seen quickly and things just then started going downhill in a hurry. The dentist was fairly young. Now, I'm not one to discriminate against age. My prior OBGYN was fairly young and I LOVED her. I was disappointed when she moved to New York. So, I kept up with the optimism. Unfortunately, once he started speaking should have been my cue to leave as quickly as possible. I should have listened to Popeye's "horror scope." Popeye on Thursday had send me an email entitled, "Horror Scope," and explained that if I met a person with a white lab coat on Friday to run! I should have.

The dentist explained to me that two of the teeth looked fairly simple to remove and that the remaining could potentially be difficult to extract. I asked if I should be put under or something else. He assured me I would be fine.

So, then he came at me with a needle and I have had some dental work done on my teeth in my almost 28 years of life. I've never had one that hurt my ear! He once again assured me I was fine. The next needle came at me and he accidentally poked me in the lip. Ouch. He then proceeded to the daunting task of removing my teeth.

Tooth #1 - Pretty easy. A little rough dislodge, but out within seconds.

Tooth #2 - Getting easier. Perhaps this dentist actually knows what he is doing.

Tooth #3 - OUCH! He tried every tool imaginable to remove this tooth. He gave me multiple injections and explained this was just a tricky tooth. He assured me he could get it out and that it was just not an easy tooth. About an hour and a half of him poking at me, cutting my gums, drilling, and sawing at my tooth he admitted defeat. He once, again, assured me he could remove the tooth but it would be with the compromise that I would feel great pain. He tells me this shortly after he accidentally dropped the drill. Uhm, no thank you.

My options were then given to me.

Option #1 - Remove tooth, torture Rachel. I don't think so.

Option #2 - These are his words: "I can stitch you up and you can come back after you're healed to a more experienced dentist." Let's go with that one.

So, my weekend was sort of painful. I totally understand why people are terrified of dentists. I've had the luxury of always having great dentists until recently.

The dentist sent me home with three different medications. One was for a potential infection (which I'm already on for a sinus infection - he would have known that if he would have read my chart), one for swelling, and a painkiller. Having never taken painkillers before and only weighing 90 pounds it was pretty hard on my body. Luckily, Keith is an awesome husband and was my saving grace this weekend.



Here is my re-enactment of what the dentist did to my wisdom tooth . . . . or me demolishing some more of the house. Stupid flood.