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{Creole} Wisdom Teeth

This morning at about 8am I arrived at HCMC to get my wisdom teeth out. Three things you ought to know before you read this post:
1) I have never had surgery.
2)I have never been put under.
3)I don't "do" hospitals.

So I checked in and took a good look around me. I read Eclipse and waited for my name to be called.

They took an ex-ray and then sat me down on the chair. The surgeon (who had a U of MN lanyard on) spoke to me about just getting shots or going under. I would have to come another day if I was to go under. So awake I would be.

Getting those shots was extremely painful. Soon after I started shaking a little bit and someone came with a blanket. It was time to get the show on the road.

So I'm laying down and the surgeon is asking for tools and popping out my teeth like you'd pull out a difficult weed. I can hear the drilling, popping, and cracks. Overall, it took 12 minutes for all four of my teeth to come out. It felt like an hour.

I must say, "watching" her put in the dis solvable stitches was pretty interesting. Then turning around and seeing the teeth on her tray along with some fierce looking tools was not my cup of tea.

As soon as I was done I got my mouth stuffed with cotton and headed downstairs to get my prescriptions. After waiting in line I was told I had to go back up because the doctor forgot to sign one sheet and I (for some random reason) could not have it filled there.

When I got upstairs again I was a little upset about having to run around the big hospital and then coming back upstairs, and started crying. I felt so stupid, since there was a really cute doctor who could see me and I'm sure he was thinking "good lord." They fixed it though, and off I went to get my Rx refilled at my mom's clinic.

Now I have my vicodin and smoothie so I am well.

Update:
Smoothies are wonderful, but French onion soup + wisdom teeth removal = disaster.
Yeah. It's me, again. Miss Barf 2007 reporting live from right outside a store all over the grass (classy!) and on my mom's ottoman (not on purpose, the bag broke). My life is so glamorous sometimes, I cannot stand it.

Aug 16, 2007 at 02:13 PM in problems | Permalink

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This morning at about 8am I arrived at HCMC to get my wisdom teeth out. Three things you ought to know before you read this post:
1) I have never had surgery.
2)I have never been put under.
3)I don't "do" hospitals.

So I checked in and took a good look around me. I read Eclipse and waited for my name to be called.

They took an ex-ray and then sat me down on the chair. The surgeon (who had a U of MN lanyard on) spoke to me about just getting shots or going under. I would have to come another day if I was to go under. So awake I would be.

Getting those shots was extremely painful. Soon after I started shaking a little bit and someone came with a blanket. It was time to get the show on the road.

So I'm laying down and the surgeon is asking for tools and popping out my teeth like you'd pull out a difficult weed. I can hear the drilling, popping, and cracks. Overall, it took 12 minutes for all four of my teeth to come out. It felt like an hour.

I must say, "watching" her put in the dis solvable stitches was pretty interesting. Then turning around and seeing the teeth on her tray along with some fierce looking tools was not my cup of tea.

As soon as I was done I got my mouth stuffed with cotton and headed downstairs to get my prescriptions. After waiting in line I was told I had to go back up because the doctor forgot to sign one sheet and I (for some random reason) could not have it filled there.

When I got upstairs again I was a little upset about having to run around the big hospital and then coming back upstairs, and started crying. I felt so stupid, since there was a really cute doctor who could see me and I'm sure he was thinking "good lord." They fixed it though, and off I went to get my Rx refilled at my mom's clinic.

Now I have my vicodin and smoothie so I am well.

Update:
Smoothies are wonderful, but French onion soup + wisdom teeth removal = disaster.
Yeah. It's me, again. Miss Barf 2007 reporting live from right outside a store all over the grass (classy!) and on my mom's ottoman (not on purpose, the bag broke). My life is so glamorous sometimes, I cannot stand it.