How I Lost My Wisdom

So, last Thursday I found myself full of self-pity, sitting on the beach with (the BEST) breakfast burrito in hand. I was trying to soak up as much sun and salt (and calories..) as physically possible because I knew I wouldn't be back at the beach (or be able to eat a breakfast burrito) for at least a week. I made the adult decision to finally get my wisdom teeth removed, and my appointment was the very next day. Like most of the young-adult American population (70% to be exact) I needed to get them removed, I had braces as a teen and these wise teeth were now crowding my other less-intelligent teeth. This was my first ever surgery, and my first time being put under using anesthesia…and I felt like a complete dufus because it was MY CHOICE to go through with it!

 You might think I am diva, but this was my first ever surgery people! So I made sure to go out with a bang; my husband took me out to eat at The Boiling Crab the night before since I wouldn't be able to eat the next day. I am OBSESSED with their salty, garlicky, Cajun-spice, lemony 'whole shabang" shrimp. My hubs was looking extra cute. This was his very first time eating here and even though he could basically only eat the seafood options I don't think he minded not having a side of veggies since he had a beer ;)

The next morning we woke up extra early to drive to the dentist, only to find that my husband's new car was broken into. GREAT. This was the second time his vehicle has been broken into at our apartment After talking to the apartment manager we came to find out that my husband is the only person who has been targeted. No one else's vehicles have been broken into. So now we get to move. YAY! More on that later. I basically let all of my emotional anxiety about the upcoming surgery onto the car situation. I cried, I screamed, I cried some more…we were still on our way to the dentist. Once we arrived, I went under super easily, the staff was surprised it was my first time! I woke up in the recovery room and was immediately ready to go home, I felt sleepy but not high or weird. I slept most of the first day and only bled a little on one side.

 The next day also went fine, I didn't even need the pain medication during the day, just my ibuprofen and antibiotics. I was STARVING. Tomato soup only fills you up to a point. I ate a lot of KFC mashed potatoes with gravy and eventually wanted to get out of the apartment. My doting husband drove me to get Italian ice with frozen custard to make me feel better.

Sunday was the hardest day because the right-side of my mouth wasn't healing as fast as the left-side of my mouth and I was pretty uncomfortable (I also really wanted to be able to brush my teeth). Since I was feeling especially low, I ate ice cream sundaes with my uncle while we watched Lord of the Rings (*nerd alert*). But the good news is that I was able to start eating solid foods the very next day. I am healing much faster than the average Jane, and for that I am happy because I love to eat and those three days were some of the hardest of my incredibly blessed life. Also, I don't think I like tomato soup anymore (truly heartbreaking). To end, getting my wisdom teeth pulled was not awesome, but it wasn't as bad as I had thought it was going to be.

 GOOD LUCK to you if you have yet to brave the sea of losing your wisdom…I hope your battle is as painless as mine was :)