Well, That Wasn’t So Bad

I had two wisdom teeth (one impacted) and one molar (damaged from said impacted wisdom tooth) this morning. I was nervous going in, just because of visions of chisels in my mouth, but, in reality, it wasn’t so bad. The only pain incurred was during the application of the local anesthetic–the surgeon numbed my gums, but then proceeded to poke his needle just about everywhere except where I was numb. The first tooth came out without incident, thought it felt like my nose was going to repositioned somewhere directly below my left eye. The impacted tooth required some drilling (into what, I’m not entirely sure) and a chisel (“the cracking you’ll hear is a good thing.”). Apparently my long roots required some extra work. The molar, which was decayed because of pressure from the wisdom tooth, cracked as he was yanking it out. Ooops. This required more drilling and chiseling to get the roots out. Whee.

The procedure took about 35 minutes or so. The surgeon was kind enough to allow me to close my mouth every few minutes, which was a welcome break. I’m now sitting on the futon in the office, working, changing gauze, and trying not to dribble water when I drink something.