So it's now 24 hours, and it's not as bad as I expected it could be. One of the only things that really worried me was just that I didn't know what it would be like. Mrs. M. had all four of hers out under general anaesthetic years ago, but hers were all under bone, and hard to get out (though it still only took them a half hour for all four... like Civil War doctors or something). When I brought her home, she was goofy and a bit giddy still, and I headed off to get her prescriptions filled. When I got back she was bawling, and trying to rip her own head off. For a long time after I thought "OMG... what if I'd decided to go try on hats while I was out, or bumped into an old friend?" Yoinks. She was in bed for two days, and out of commission for about 5 more. Her first "real" food was on about day 6, and it was by all accounts the best meal I ever cooked for her, because it's so far been the only meal for which she's wept with joy (genuinely). The meal? Mashed potatoes, and peas. :) We still joke about that one.
So far I'm still on yogurt, though Mrs. M. is out getting me some rice pudding, more Jello, and perhaps some pea soup.
The only painful thing about the whole procedure was the li'l X-ray card that they insert beforehand
What the hell is it with those damn things. It's like they fold a credit card in half, jam a corner down in your gums, and tell you to bite down! I was pretty disappointed to discover that there had been ZERO progress on this front since I was a kid.
I'm pretty sure I left clutch marks on the arms of the chair.
I was a bit white-knuckled as well. I think they were worried about me for some reason, and they swabbed my head with a damp towel said I looked pale. I couldn't speak to let them know not to worry. At the end I suggested that they should consider also freezing patient's ears. It's the noises and the yanking (and also a little bit the smell, but you get that with a filling too. Mmmmm. Burning tooth.)
I suspect it was my Mob connections that made it possible.
What good would they be if they couldn't buy you a little comfort, eh? These days it's apparently only in extreme cases that you go to the hospital (I'd guess: diabetic, haemophiliac, pregnant, etc.)
Or eating sloppy Italian sandwiches, while guzzling beer.
Beer I could have. Boy, I bet with percocets, I'd only need a half a beer, like when I was 16! Also, if the sandwich was sloppy enough... :)
Thank goodness I don't even have my wisdom teeth yet. Hopefully, I will never get them.
Some people simply don't have them. If you do get them, they could also be "safely impacted"... in there, but no worry. Here's hoping.
Nowhere near as horrid as your accident though, Magoo.
It sounds horrid, but it wasn't really as bad as it sounds. It makes a great story though! :) I had been on my way to see a movie, and instead my dad drove me to emergency to have my scraped up arm looked at. When they were done bandaging me up, I asked if I could still catch the 9:00, and so I ended up seeing the movie after all. I remember this because I was able to drink with a straw with my teeth clenched (the straw, of course, passing through where my half of a tooth used to be). The next day I got a bond (the resin they use to build up teeth) that's lasted me over 20 years (uh, though it's not quite as white as it was. A little bit tea, coffee and red wine coloured now... more dentistry in my future!)
Swallowing blood is somewhat unpleasant.
As long as it's MY blood. :)
Thanks for the good wishes, all.