Wisdom, interupted, part II
On March 1, I had all four of my wisdom teeth extracted. It was pretty much the worst and most painful experience of my life. This weekend was really the first time I was able to get the teeth out (the fourth one had to be sawed into four pieces and so I didn't get to keep it) and look at them, and seeing the crazy curling roots reminded me of my dentist, after he pulled them, wanting to show them around the office because they were the "biggest" and oddest shaped wisdom teeth they had seen in a long time. Hence the violence necessary to pull them out. I was pretty surprised to see them, having the image in my mind of the perfectly shaped curving root and pearly white finish.
After the surgery, it was at least four days before I could stomach anything more than water, and a week before I started eating anything other than soup. The drugs did nothing and I was so dizzy and nauseous for days that I couldn't even focus on a page of text. Watching movies made my head spin.
If anyone tells you that wisdom tooth surgery is easy, don't believe them! If I had had any idea what it entailed, I never would have gotten myself into this mess. Thank goodness it's over...