Day of Judgement

I had my wisdom teeth extracted today. Following the dentist’s recommendations, I had both left molars (top and bottom) extracted, so I can still chew with my right side. I guess it’s true what they all say about that being a traumatic experience.

It started even before she really started the extraction. I jumped when she injected the local anesthesia, but after that, while she waited it to take it’s effect, I started trembling uncontrolably. My blood pressure had gone down, and that coupled to my nerviousism, I felt a bit cold and it made me tremble a lot.

Somehow I managed to calm down some so she could start the extration. The top tooth came out really quickly, and in seconds that was over with. Then came the bottom one. She had trouble loosening it, and taking it out, and apparently, it left a bigger hole, since she had to put stitches into it. The stitches were the worse part….

Once the anesthesia wore off (and till now) the bottom sector started hurting, specially when I swallow. It doesn’t feel that bloated, but it hurts like hell. Ive cried, scratched my face, racked my hair and taken Paracetamol to alleviate the pain. It still hurts.

My dad got me a movie to watch (The Manchurian Candidate) and I’ve been alone at home since the operation. My dad left with my little brother after dropping me at home and my mom and sister ran off to a friend’s house to learn how to make sushi (and of course eat it).

I don’t really feel like eating anything, since I don’t even wanna open my mouth, or move my tounge around so as not to break the stitches. There are three McSundaes in the freezer just waiting for me, but I still don’t feel like opening my mouth, although hunger has been starting to grow. I’ll probably go to sleep soon, so as not to get hungrier.

It’s the continuing pain that has kept me from sleep till this hour actually….