Well it was a big day for me yesterday, after weeks of pain and anxiety the day arrived to have my 2 bottom wisdom teeth removed. Jennie drove me to the oral surgeons office early in the morning. When we walked in it felt like we had been transported into an older couples 1980's living room. There were curtains of varying shades of pastel hanging around the windows along with a black wood and mirror coffee table. The mood was further set by 50's doo-wop music being piped in over the stereo. We were greeted by the doctor a short and very tan little man, who's shaky hands didn't help to relax my fear much. We were led to an examination room and one of the assistants performed an x-ray of my entire head with this really fancy machine that spun around my whole body. After waiting for awhile the doctor returned and said that it would be easiest to sedate me and remove both teeth at the same time. We were told to go back to the waiting room while they prepared for the surgery. I think Jennie was much more nervous than I was at this point. It didn't take long for them to prepare and when they came to get me I gave Jennie a kiss goodbye and walked to the back to meet my fate. I laid back in the chair and they inserted an IV. Once the IV was inserted they injected two medications and that's pretty much where things go blank. I remember feeling some pinches and a little bit of pressure in my mouth but other than that there was no pain. Upon waking the doctor informed me that they were just finishing up and asked if I was okay. I went to answer but discovered that I could not force the words out of my mouth. It was a very strange feeling. My face was very itchy but when I went to scratch discovered that my arms were strapped down. Thankfully the assistant figured out that I needed to scratch my nose and continued to scratch for me repeatedly each time I asked. Once finished up they moved me to the recovery room and went to get Jennie to help me out to the car. After a slow wobbly trek to the car we dropped off my prescriptions and Jennie took me home to recover. I spent most of the day in and out of sleep and emailing friends and family. It actually hasn't been very painful at all plus, I get to eat a bunch of apple sauce, pudding, and ice cream. Jennie has been an excellent nurse and makes sure I take all of my medicine on time and even went out to get me a gallon of iced tea to drink since I was tired of drinking water. All in all it hasn't been too bad and I think that we are going to go out and get some pasta for dinner and I plan on going to church tomorrow morning.
