Earlier this week I finally recieved my insurance card for my dental insurance, so I made the call to have 2 of my remaining 3 wisdom teeth removed. The reason for doing this now is because one of those teeth had a cavity, so it needed to come out. And I figured since he was going to be working over there anyway, I’d have the other on that side removed.
Yeah. I’m a glutton for punishment.
So I arrived in Festus this morning an hour or so earlier than my appointment and met up with my dad and his girlfriend (they were giving me a ride and letting me stay at their place in case I needed a nap like last time I had a tooth removed).
Eventually, we headed to the appointment and I was taken back into the room, where they pretty much left me alone for 15 minutes so I could get nice and nervous.
Eventually, the doc and assistant(s) returned and got to work. Apparently, work started by asking me why I chose local over getting put out for the removal. Um, because my insurance would only cover a local. One of the assistants was also a student, so there was a lot of instructing while he was working in my mouth.
Oh, OH. I got jabbed by the novocaine needle 3 times. Maybe 4. You know, that kinda hurts each time. OW.
Anyway, the thing about the novocaine is this: while you don’t feel pain, you can feel and hear what they’re doing. And I’m pretty sure there was a saw at some point. Something drilly, at least.
In the end, both teeth came out without a problem, I got my very first ever stitch (where the lower one was), and I even got good drugs. It has been quite difficult, however, to eat. I’m trying to have a smoothie at the moment, but it’s difficult.
As I’m writing this, the novocaine seems to be wearing off a little more and I’m a little sore, so I just popped a mega dose of ibuprofen. I do have darvocet should I need it.