Surgical Extractions

Had surgery yesterday- was given fasting instructions, but some asshole in the house woke me up at ungodly times, yelling at me and giving me a lecture about being hypoglycaemic. Nobody appreciates being woken like that- and I was no exception. I was moody as fuck, leading up to the surgery- I drank one glass of milk and I wasn't even fucking hungry. Anyway I slept all the way up til 12, given my surgery was in an hour and a bit, and then during surgery I slept some more. Well, I kind of lost consciousness, but it was kind of like sleep because I remember dreaming.

Coming out of surgery- I had wisdom teeth extractions, in case you were wondering- the nurses offered me an icy pole. I declined the first time but accepted the second, out of boredom. It was kind of horrifying, the moment I took the icy pole out of my mouth, to see it stained with bloody mucous. Completely disgusting- but then I kept eating it because at least it was my own blood and mucous. My pain rating was roughly 0/10- but it was more the fact that I couldn't feel anything as opposed to not feeling pain, in particular. My mouth was numb, but everyone told me to drink more water- I was pretty scared of swallowing, though, because of how numb my tongue was. The worst feeling is having uncapsulated medication dissolve in your mouth, because you've failed to swallow 3-4 times.

I actually feel a lot better with the wisdom teeth out of my mouth. I'd been in pain since late January, when my wisdom teeth started growing. This one tooth just kept on getting infected over and over, and I took roughly 2 courses of antibiotics- the first one worked for about a week, the 2nd one not at all- and I kind of forgot to take my meds in the end, because I was leading up to test week. I had a look at what my dentist extracted- it was ugly as fuck. There was this one tooth which had a massive hole inside, and it looked like it was fragmented. Wonderful stuff.

Anyway I can now open my jaw and move my tongue, which means the anaesthetic has probably wore off. I still feel no pain, which is an excellent response, really. My cheek are not as inflamed as I imagined- my friends kept on asking for selfies post-surgery, probably wanting to see my puffy cheeks, but my body's unique inflammatory processes seemed to have denied them the satisfaction thus far.

I hope I'll be able to eat normal foods come Monday- I wanna go out by then, and look like my usual, handsome self.