first and last

I was practically shivering when I walked into the dental clinic this afternoon. Not too sure if it was due to the nerves or the really strong air-conditioning, but I remember chattering and trembling for a good 10 minutes because the nurse brought me a fleece blanket to wrap myself, while waiting for the ‘operating room’ to be ready.

A little prayer and an entire issue of InStyle Magazine (which managed to help me relax thankfully) later, I was told that it was time for my wisdom teeth operation. Yikes. I kept consoling myself this would be the first and the only time I would ever be doing this, since I was pulling all 3 wisdom teeth out. While I really had 1 tooth which had the greatest potential of causing problems for me in the near future, I thought I’d take the dive and get the rest out since I opted to sleep through the operation. Besides, I didn’t want the other 2 bugging me in approximately 9 years time. I’ve no idea what my threshold for pain would be like then!

Initially I was fretting over having the general anesthesia inserted through my veins, but boy was I very grateful for a very patient and warm doctor who made me feel comfortable. She kept saying how cold my hands were, and before I knew it – I was out cold. Till 30 minutes later, when my dentist gave me a gentle nudge to wake me up.

I felt numbness, swelling all over the mouth. It was as though I had sausage lips coupled with some heavy bruises from punches. But my dentist kept true to his word, and the swell wasn’t as bad as I had expected it to be (I kept telling him about the terrible stitching and swelling i had heard). Only thing I didn’t expect was that I couldn’t mouth my words properly. In short, I couldn’t talk. And for a person who loves talking so much – it was distressing. I then realized that I couldn’t even take a cab home on my own because the driver wouldn’t be able to understand what I was saying. Ahh…handicapped! Thank goodness for the invention of text messages. The husband hadn’t reply to my messages then, so mom was all ready and prepared to come take me home. Until the husband called and said he was well on the way.

The 2nd thing which I didn’t expect, was to puke out water and blood. Sheesh. I remember trying to keep it in my mouth for as long as I could while gesturing to the nurse that I needed to go to the toilet to throw up. But because she couldn’t quite understand me, I turned desperate and puked a puddle into the bin. I kept asking her if everything that I was experiencing was normal. And it was. Phew. Felt really groggy and dizzy at the same time too, so the moment I reached home – I slammed on the bed and didn’t wake up till 3 hours later.

While I’m terribly hungry from not being able to eat anything since 9am this morning, and all I could do earlier was to sip some clear soup…I’m also very occupied with the pain that it overpowers my hunger pangs. Mom made a joke earlier and said what a good way to slim down. She obviously thinks I need to. :p

I hope the wound is going to treat me better tomorrow, because I need to be well and get back to work by Thursday (despite a 5 days MC), and do the necessary handovers. 2 more days till my last in the company !!! I’m starting to get an overwhelm of emotions!