I survived!

Well, if you've been following me on Twitter and reading a few of my blog posts, you'll know I was DREADING today. This morning, I had my 4 wisdom teeth removed (2 impacted on bottom, 2 down and ready to party on top).

I've never been "put under" before. That was my main concern. Forget the pain, forget the limited diet... I was just afraid of the sedation. I'm 25 years old, and definitely should have had these bad boys removed when I was in high school. Since I waited, they told me the roots were long and close to the nerves. That could possibly complicate things. I wasn't scared of the pain, but I was leery of the possibility of nerve damage.

I did really well last night and this morning. In true Type-A fashion, I prepared a bed for myself on the couch, and laid out comfy clothes. When I woke up this morning, I wasn't that nervous.

...I wasn't that nervous until they called my name to go back. Tears immediately. I'm a wuss like that. They hooked me up to a heart and oxygen monitor, and started a saline IV. I was flipping the heck out. So nervous, that when they hooked up the heart monitor, I was at 157 BPM! My heart rate is naturally high, but obviously not that high. Holy eff. I kept apologizing and trying to hold back tears.

Before I knew it, the doctor was in the room and putting the sedative stuff into my IV (im very technical, obvi). He told me not to be scared, that he's been put under plenty of times, and this kind of twilight sleep was the "only way to fly." When he said that, I remembered how freaked out I used to be about flying. I managed to conquer that fear, so maybe this wouldn't be any different?

The last thing I remember is the room starting to feel like it was moving. Then I was out. I remember groaning about it hurting at one point when they were working on me, but then they must have upped the numbing agent, because I was out again. I woke up again at the end of my surgery and remember them working and talking. No pain though. I fell back asleep.

When I woke up once they were done... I felt great! Like really great. I'm pretty sure I said "This stuff is amazing" at least twice to the nurse. I couldn't stop laughing and grinning. K helped me to the car, and I left 2 messages just screaming "PARRP" and laughing hysterically on two of my friends' voicemails. If you haven't read this post from Hyperbole and a Half, you are seriously missing out.

So here's a pic, 3 hours after surgery. Be careful, NO MAKEUP. Whatever, I don't mind embarrassing myself online (see below vlog post for proof).





Ew, i know. Honestly, not much swelling and zero bruising, probably because that place is amazing, and I drank a ton of pineapple juice. I read online that it reduces swelling. I believe everything I read online, so yeah.




I have company today too; the cats have been laying with me. K also took off from work to take care of me. Glad, because I would have been lonely!





So, that's my story. You guys were totally right, no reason to be worried at all! Talked to the doctor tonight, and he said I can eat solid food as long as it's soft. Chinese food, here I come!

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