Wisdom Teeth

Guess what guys! I got my wisdom teeth out Tuesday. I'm currently a little sore in the jaw and was a little woozy earlier today but it's definitely not as horrible as some people made it out to be. 

I had to wake up at 4:30, which honestly sucked, so I could get ready and be at the place by 6. It was in Salt Lake. The place I got my teeth out was actually a research center called Jean Brown Research. They took out my teeth with no charge and even paid me $50 to let them take them out so they could study pain killers. Look at me being a lab rat. Partay. 

I didn't get put under which to be honest was kind of was a relief. I have a weird fear of being put under and never waking up again. I know that's an irrational fear but yet it's there. Anyway they super numbed me up and took my teeth out. I didn't feel anything. Thank heavens. I couldn't fall asleep till two the night before because of mothers wisdom teeth horror story. You can ask her about it next time you see her. Pretty much I think I was just scared to get my wisdom teeth out in any shape or form. 

They got my teeth out in under 10 minutes and then the rest of the day I just chilled in a small room while they monitored my pain. 

This is me a couple hours of the surgery. Just a tiny bit puffy but not to drastic. This pic also shows my feelings of the overall day.

 My plain, boring, little room I spent the day in. Seriously though I was able to finish an entire book, start to finish, and still have hours left till I would be able to go home. They take away your phone for science purposes or something. So really I was about to die from boredom. It's kind of hard to sleep when you have a dull ache in your mouth. Oh well I survived. They gave me free food so that kept me entertained for a short period of time. 

I will spare you a pic of my nasty bloody spit bucket but you can imagine how gross it was. 

Guys I discovered I ain't no wimp. I probably get my pain tolerance from my mom. That or I'm used to getting accidentally injured by my siblings all the freaking time. Maybe a combination of both. Anyway I discovered this because I could hear the people next door. One at first was SUPER high and laughing her head off for no apparent reason. Then when she came off it she was sobbing from the pain.  And then the other girl I could hear barfing and when people would come in to check on her she just sounded so miserable. I was sincerely worried for both of them. At one point though I had finally been able to fall asleep and they woke me up with their whimpering and I wanted to yell at them to suck it up. (remember I had gotten like 2 hours of sleep) I was tired.

Also I think I'm immune to laughing gas. I didn't feel high or out of control of my body at all. I just felt like my normal self. That or they didn't give me enough of it. Anyway it's interesting the things you learn about yourself when you go through surgery.

It took the research people forever to give me the pain meds and I think it's because they were waiting for my pain level to be higher. They would occasionally come in and ask me to rate my pain from 1-10 and it never went over a 6. Sure it was uncomfortable and it would've been great to have some pain killers but it wasn't like the end of the world. Definitely not cry worthy. Eventually I just called them in and was like, "Yo. I'm not numb anymore give me some medicine so we can get this test done and over with so I can go home." Ok those weren't my exact words but still you get the gist.

The nurses and the people tending to my mouth were all very kind and friendly. And it was free. Definitely a great way to get my teeth out. Anyway that was pretty much my day there.

I have the best family ever. Immediate obviously. But my Aunt Lucinda and my Cousin Preston came to pick me and my car up. And they did it in rush hour traffic. Those fabulous people. Then when I got back home Preston and Elise asked what I needed and got me food that I could eat and my prescription. It was really kind of them cause dang I did not feel like getting it myself. I just love that even though I'm away from my parents and sibs I'm still surrounded by people who love me and are willing to take care of me and anything that I may need. It's really nice. 

Ok you ready for the day after pic. It's bad man. Like so bad. Here you go.

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Tada!

Isn't it just absolutely gorgeous?! My cousin was like, "Now we know what you'd look like if you were fat" It's true. And mom says I look like one of the seven dwarfs from Snow White. So yeah fun stuff. Normally I would probably be embarrassed to post a pic like this but you know what? There's nothing I can do about what my face looks like right now and it's funny so who cares.  

Anyway I've been spending my last couple days eating mush (potatoes) and binging shows on netflix. I'm hoping the swelling goes down and I stop feeling dizzy when I stand up so I can go out and do things. And most of all I can't wait till my mouth heals enough for me to eat real foods. It's already been three days and I just want to eat something solid. I have probably 7 more days of this torture. Anyway wish me luck. Till next time!