Wisdom Teeth Removal - Faith Brooks(3)

     I got all four of my wisdom teeth removed May 27th around 11 a.m. The process started off with not being able to eat 6 hours before, so since my appointment was at 11 in the morning, I would've had to wake up sometime between 4 and 5 if I wanted to eat(which I was not willing to do, so I went hungry). I woke up that morning, nervous and  cranky because of the lack of food and sleep. The dentist people said I had to take a blue Xanax(anti-anxiety pill) one hour before surgery to ease my nerves, which made me even more tired but goofy. When we left to head to the office, I was kind of out of it so I don't really remember much, besides humming and dancing in the waiting room to keep from falling asleep. After what seemed like an hour but was probably only five minutes, I got called back. This is where things got interesting. I sat in a big chair with a weird but very comfy headrest, then in came my nurses to prep me. They took my blood pressure and heart rate and all that good stuff, then proceeded to shove IVs in my arm. It didn't hurt, which I was thankful for, but as soon as the medicine got into my system, the walls started melting and I was out. I vaguely remember anything my nurse said to me besides him saying the S word right before I passed out, which I might've imagined. Anyways, when I woke up, I was so confused. I didn't even know I had been out. It felt like I had blinked and opened my eyes to a mouthful of gauze and a lack of motor skills. A different nurse helped me up and had me grab onto her shoulders(which I remember thinking I didn't need then almost falling), then walked me to a nearby room where I laid down and fell asleep while she talked to my parents about my recovery. I spent half of the ride home either asleep or really confused. Surprisingly, I wasn't very loopy at all, like you usually see wisdom tooth removal victims right after their surgery. I was aware of my surroundings, I didn't think the gauze was my tongue, and I didn't yell once. When we got home, I got out of the truck and my dad carried me princess-style all the way to the couch. Then, Dillon took over. He and my mom changed my gauze, brought me soup, told me "no" when I needed to hear it, and held ice packs on my face. At one point(the absolute worst point, might I add), I felt extremely nauseous, tried to get up, then threw up all in my hands and even got some on Dillon. But, being the trooper he is, he helped me back to the couch, held an ice pack on my forehead, and let me fall asleep on him. The recovery has been a disgusting journey filled with lots of pain medicine, cleaning my holes out, and even swallowing a couple stitches(that were SUPPOSED TO dissolve, but it's whatever). To conclude, I still have big, gross holes in my gums and I couldn't eat a cheeseburger for about a whole week, but I guess it was worth it in the end. Maybe.