Wisdom-less?

I thought you were supposed to get more wisdom as you get older! Yesterday I subtracted some... on purpose for goodness sakes...actually I don't think my wisdom teeth had nothing to do with my intelligence (or lack thereof), at least after having all four out yesterday, I certainly hope not!

Yes, I finally took the plunge on Friday and had all four of my "third molars" out. Dr. Smith has been telling me for almost ten years that I should get them out. And the stubborn person I am put it off, and off, and off. So after having it in the back of my mind for so long, I decided to go for a consultation in Columbus. After meeting with the surgeon on Monday, I had the woman at the scheduling desk looking up dates near Labor Day for their removal, at the last moment I decided to ask if she had anything sooner, and she said Friday! I said, "I'll take it." Even thoug I am a few days out from the start of school (2), it seems to actually have worked out for the best. I don't have to miss any school or make sub plans, Jacob didn't have to take off work to take me, and now I have peace-of-mind that the teeth can't get infected. I didn't want to be 40 years old and have infected wisdom teeth, and I figured if the cost was stopping me, it wasn't going to get any cheaper!

If you're into the gory details, all four teeth had erupted through my gums. The bottom two (#s 17 and 32 to be exact) were partially through, but the backs were impacted. They weren't infected or anything, but could be a little sore when food got stuck in them and would rub on the inside of my cheek.

So far my recovery has not been bad at all (knock-on-wood). All I am feeling is a little soreness in my right jaw, but then again, I am on painkillers! The worst part has been on eating soft foods, and coming home numb for about 5 hours after the surgery Friday. I was sedated for the whole procedure. The last thing I remember is the doctor putting the medicine in my IV, and saying I'd probably feel a little dizzy-like I'd had a glass of wine. I told him I could already feel it, and then the next thing I knew I was awake in the chair with a giant white ice pack wrapped around my head, getting ready to be wheeled out to the pick-up window for Jacob to pick me up. He has been my little nurse taking care of me all day, running to get my prescriptions, making me jello and soup, and stuffing my mouth with gauze.

So, currently I sit on the couch at 2:30 in the morning with my wonderful ice pack wrapped around my head after taking my scheduled medication. Jacob took a picture of me this afternoon in my full get-up while I was napping-but I'll spare you looking at that wonderful picture! Hopefully I'll be fully recovered in time for Work Day Monday! I have to work on getting some of that wisdom back!