I’ve Still Got My Wisdom (Just Not My Teeth)Posted: August 26, 2013
Okay so, I got my wisdom teeth out on Friday. And it was really hard for me – in more ways than one.
First of all, I’m deathly afraid of blood, needles, incisions, surgery… Pretty much anything medical. I get lightheaded just thinking about it. When they were putting in the IV for my surgery, I was pretty sure I was either going to throw up or pass out. Or both. I’m still surprised I didn’t. Every time I think about having stitches in my mouth, I get all sweaty. It’s just gross.
But it was also really, really hard for me to just sit around and waste an entire beautiful summer weekend doing nothing. (Even if that is literally all I felt up to doing.)
On Friday after my surgery, I thought it was going to be a cakewalk. I felt fine, there was very little swelling, and I thought I was going to be the lucky one who had smooth sailing through recovery.
And then I woke up on Saturday morning and the numbness had finally faded away… And I felt like my face had been hit by a truck.
Seriously. Hit by a truck and then run over three times.
Luckily my mom is the most awesome woman alive and came to stay with me all weekend. She cooked me food and did my errands and moved most of my stuff over to my new apartment. (I have to be out of here by the end of the week.) Seeing as how all I wanted to do was sit on the couch and do nothing, I couldn’t have gotten through the weekend (and probably would’ve died of starvation) without her.
On Thursday night after work, I went groceries and my mom got here around dinner time. We had our last supper before I got all my wisdoms pulled, and it was a mighty fine last meal: corn on the cob, rotisserie chicken and BBQ ribs, baked beans, cucumber… that one stayed with me for a while.
And it’s a good thing because the rest of the weekend was spent eating soft, mushy foods that I could just swallow without even chewing. My mom made me a big batch of butternut squash, and that pretty much got me through the whole first day. Besides the pain, the other worst part was being so hungry and yet physically unable to eat. My stomach was calling for it, but there was no way I could open my mouth to get real food down.
Chocolate protein shakes and almond butter were about my only sources of protein all weekend. (I haven’t had chicken in four days and am absolutely dying for it. But the first thing I’m eating once these holes are healed is a big, fat, juicy steak.)
Although I was in a lot of pain, it was good to have my mom here for the weekend, and we tried to make the best of it when we could. We went on walks around my neighborhood with her dog, and we made a pit stop at the bakery across the street on Saturday morning. She is the bread/pastry/baked goods queen, and it was pretty much torture watching her try out all these delicious things (yes, she bought all of them!), but I have that chocolate chip scone hiding out in the freezer for when I’m better.
And I didn’t just survive on squash, tomato soup, pudding, and Naked Juice. I also got plenty of sweet stuff myself. We had ice cream not once…
But three times. There’s an ice cream place right across the street, and it was a little embarrassing that the girl behind the counter remembered us for coming back three days in a row, but hey, I had an excuse.
I’m now on day three and most people are saying the worst is over. I’m going a little stir crazy and dying for solid foods again, so I’m really hoping they’re right. I know I’m not supposed to go to the gym for a while, but I’m really missing it, so I’m trying to rest as much as possible so that I can recover as fast as possible. Being sick/hurt is the pits, but prolonging it because you’re overanxious to get back is even worse. So, here’s to getting back to normal sooner rather than later!
Have any of you gotten your wisdom teeth out? How long did it take you to recover?