What's the latest drama in Jen's life? That would be my unwelcomed wisdom teeth surfacing.
About one week ago, I started noticing this distracting and EXCRUCIATING pain in my mouth: thought maybe I had brushed my teeth a little too hard...maybe cut a gum or something. Oh, no! That would be my top MOLARS tearing thru the tender tissue of my mouth flesh...and right during FINALS!
After going through bottles of Aleve and Listerine (as if they were Krispe Kremes and Starbucks), I've finally scheduled an appointment to initiate the removal of these offensive dental invaders. Then, that got me to thinking:
Any of you all have any great "wisdom tooth" stories?
(In the spirit of Brian Regan's latest DVD, I request that you all indulge me on this one). :)
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Well, I actually only possessed one wisdom tooth in my entire mouth, and it was taken out surgically... not a real exciting story. I'm just waiting for the four-wisdom tooth people to parachute in and cut me at the pass..
"HALT! Halt with your one-wisdom tooth tale!!"
That Brian Regan. He never gets old.
Ahem.
FOUR-wisdom-tooth survivor has entered the building.
thank you, thank you. (modest parading princess wave)
no, really, no.
no need to get out of your seats.
okay, really...please, stop with the cheering already. seriously.
I walked on the moon.
ANOTHER four-wisdom-tooth survivor!!! (Joining Lisa with the parading princess wave.)
I ignored dental advice for a couple of years during college, and my wisdom teeth were trying to cram themselves in despite the lack of available space. By the time I went to the oral surgeon, I was in a ridiculous amount of pain. I was not thrilled about the prospect of MORE pain.
But you know what? Having my wisdom teeth taken out was THE SINGLE MOST PLEASURABLE EXPERIENCE OF MY ADULT LIFE. Yes, that's right. It was that good. Great drugs, long naps, no swelling, easy healing... and my mommy to take care of me and bring me pudding.
I wish I had more wisdom teeth.
Okay, one of my wisdom teeth was easily removed; it had sprouted the normal way. The other three were removed surgically, because they were growing in horizontally. The nurse started the IV, and the last thing I heard before drifting into oblivion was the Oral Surgeon saying, "Here comes the happy juice!" I woke up a while later with cotton in my mouth. Apple Sauce and pudding for the next few days, YUM! Having my wisdom teeth out was my last act on my parents' dental/health insurance policy. I asked the Dr. to save my teeth so I could have them for a souvenir, and I got one whole tooth (the one he had pulled) and a pile of chicklets. It would appear that he had had to painstakingly bust up my teeth in my gums and remove them piece by piece. I am GLAD I was out for the whole thing. The bleeding stopped the same day, and my stitches fell out after a week, and life went on quite normally. An interesting experience.
It's so funny... I keep reading these posts, and at times I'm filled w/ warming comfort...
...and then bone-chilling dread.
You guys CRACK ME UP!!!
I am another 4 wisdom tooth survivor. I had two that had completely grown in, the other two were trapped beneath my gums. So, two were pulled and the other two were cut out.
The best story was when they put the little breather on my nose. It was a thick grey tube with two little things that fit in the nostrils. Sitting in that "futuristic" chair and having the tube on me made me remark, "I feel like I'm in an episode of Star Trek." Next thing I remembered was waking up in the recovery room.
Good thing too. Apparently I said some pretty crazy things under the influence of the anasthesia. Supposedly some pretty funny things. Don't know if it was as funny as Brian Regan...but you never know.
Really, the worst part was the recovery period. I was quite sore for a week...no solid foods. Slim fast for a week...not so hot. My first solid food was an Arby's Roast beef sandwich at the end of my first week. Ate it a couple of days too soon. Was in quite a bit of pain from that, but things slowly got back to normal.
Those are my words of "wisdom" for the week.
Single most pleasurable experience of my adult life... just thought that merited repeating.
All four of my wisdom teeth came in nice and straight, so I let 'em stay. The more the merrier. In fact, I'm thinking of having a few more installed -- you know, just incase. Maybe another bicuspid or two. Or better yet, another set of incisors -- that could come in handy next time I eat steak.
Catherine - you kill me. You have to get a blog, girl.
wait... am I talking to Catherine Huffman? *sigh* I'm so confused...
Jen - time to post! NOW!
Yes, that was me, Donna -- but I could never aspire to the creative and inspirational and comic heights of my lovely Indiana sisters. I bow to your blog skills, ladies.
I'm a mutant - I had five wisdom teeth removed. they were probably my latent super tusk powers emerging.
anyhow, the impacted wisdom teeth were applying too much pressure to my front teeth - it was making my lower incisors crack. when I went to have 'em cut out, the dentist was leaving to catch a plane - but decided to go for it anyhow. it was like a really bad episode of ER, what with everyone rushing around - there were three nurses in there assisting him. He shot me full of Novocaine - and the weirdest part, besides ralphin' halfway through it, was the sound of my teeth being broken apart with these huge pliers. it was loud.
Dude, the doctor who extracted my wisdom tooth said he saw as many as 13 in one person. I can't imagine...
Ahem.. did everyone catch that? THIRTEEN. THIR-TEEEEEEEN. I will never complain about dentist work ever again.
Thirteeeeeen?
Verily, that is a crazy amount of dentage to have yanked out of one's head.
"...but at the height of his power his large tooth was broken off, and in its place four prominent teeth grew up toward the four winds of heaven. Out of one of the teeth came another tooth, which started small but grew in power to the south and to the east..."
Daniel 8:8-9*
mistranslated and taken completely out of context
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