It's done! I had 3 wisdom teeth and 1 molar removed!
Let me start from the beginning...
*My Mom flew in from Seattle on Monday night,my appointment at the Oral Surgeon is 11am Tuesday. I'm not allowed to eat past midnight monday night (not even water)
*Micah wakes my up on his way out the door tuesday morning, he offers me a blessing and is off to work.
*We make a quick stop off at my dentist to pick up a copy of my x-rays
*We arrive at the Oral Surgeon around 10:45, fill out paperwork, and take our seats
*After some conversing with other patients we learn that the Oral Surgeon had an emergency earlier that morning and they were running over an hour behind... Ugh! By now it's about 11:30 and I am StarvinG!
*We speak with the Office Manager and explain that we are not upset they are running behind but can we please run home to grab a couple things.. (This is key...). She is very nice and thanks us for being so accommodating.
* About 12:30 they take me back into the office for my consultation, they hook me up to the monitors (monitors oxygen, heartbeat, and blood pressure) and they bring me an estimate for the work to be done. As to be expected it is no where close to what I thought it was going to be... So they unhook me and it's back to the office manager.
*My Mom and I talk with her for a bit, I bring in the paperwork I had and what I had 'budgeted' for... she asks me if I'm a Christian, I say yes and she replies 'It seems that the people who have their lives together, all seem to be Christians'...ok...
*She does a manual over ride to change the price of the operation to what I had 'budgeted' for, she said that I seemed like a nice girl and I 'had my life together'; apparently she doesn't meet many people with their in-order. Basically she knocked off over $700.00. I thank her profusely and it's back to the Operating room.
*They re-hook me up to the machines and explain to me how the anesthesia works. The Oral Surgeon puts the IV into my arm and tells me it's going to feel cold.
***I giggle and say 'Ohhh it's chilly' and that's all I remember***
*I wake up in a wheel chair with my face stuffed full of gauze.
This is what my face should look like
Before the operation... trying not to look around
After the operation, apparently I kept asking where my 'prize' was
This is my jowls this morning (two days after surgery)
I'm way more swollen today and my cheeks have started bruising over. The nurse told my Mom they had 'complications' with my lower 2 teeth and had to really wrench on my cheeks; as well as cut far into my gums to reach my jaw bone (the teeth were fully lodged into the bone).
Long story short... I'm hungry for real food, my mouth tastes gross, and everything about my face hurts.
But Hey, I only have to have these puppies removed once... right?