I'm currently on day three of wisdom tooth recovery. I haven't had actual food since 7PM Thursday night...I think that's the worst part of the whole thing! I woke up Friday morning starving...and my surgery wasn't until ten. Might not sound that bad but I eat the second I wake up!
I was only a little nervous, not for the surgery but being put to sleep. The surgeon is super cute and my Mom convinced me I would probably make that announcement when I was put-under. How embarrassing would that be!?
The last thing I remember was Surgeon-Cutie asking about my tattoos...then being woken up and walking out to Danny's car. And since I'm so addicted to my phone I had to text Mom to tell her how surgery went....I can't even decode the message! Danny said I had a serious case of the giggles. All I remember is my tounge being numb...and thinking that Surgeon-Cutie probably severed a nerve and I'd never be able to taste food again! Danny snapped this super lovely picture of me...I think I look pretty good considering I just had three teeth ripped from my head! An hour after surgery I had to change the gauze...and I cried because I thought I was doing it wrong. I think I was still super-drugged up!
Since then I've been stuck on the couch. I've discovered I love Cookout peanut butter milkshakes. I've had no pain at all, I'm only taking the medicine to help with the swelling in my mouth. Yesterday we put Miley in the kennel and Danny was out all day...so I had all day to relax and sleep. This morning the swelling doesn't seem that bad...but I'd give anything to be able to eat real food! Soup, pudding and ice cream just isn't cutting it anymore!
I expected the pain to be a lot worse and to have chipmunk cheeks. Surgeon-Cutie did a great job...I can't wait for our follow up date on Thursday!
