I'm Wisdomless, and glad about it!

Having my wisdom teeth removed was by far the worst, most painful experience to ever happen to me so far. I got them removed July 25 2010 (yes, I remember the date because it was THAT bad). I will recount my experience in this blog. I hope everyone who reads this has already had them removed because I don't want to freak anyone out.

I went into the doctors office wearing a TCU shirt, my glasses, and some nike shorts. I was told to dress comfy and to not have my contacts in. I remember talking to the doctors as they were preparing me for the surgery. By the time I was in the chair I was already slightly under the influence of some drug that made me less nervous. The nurse put the IV in my arm which was something I was really worried about the night before. I don't like IVs at all. But I don't even remember them putting it in. The last thing I remember is the doctor asking me who I knew that went to TCU since I was wearing a TCU shirt. I said, "Me! I go to TCU!" I don't think the doctor thought I was old enough to be in college.

Sometime later I woke up shaking because I was freezing. I was coming off of the anesthesia and I couldn't really function very well. I was shaking and kind of freaking out and my mom asks the nurse, "Is she okay? I mean I know Natalie is a drama queen but this is a little extreme." I was extremely offended by that comment and talked about how I wasn't a drama queen ALL the way home. The drugs were still in effect on the car ride home and well into the first hour I was at home. Not to brag or anything but I was hilarious on those drugs. I was cracking my family up so much that my dad got out the video camera and started taping me. We watch it a lot now. I was mad that the doctor didn't think I was old enough to go to TCU and I was still hurt that my mom called me a drama queen.

I finally fell asleep (much to my mother's delight) and when I woke up the pain set in. My first problem was that I was allergic to the Vicodin they gave me. NOT GOOD. My second problem was I had dry socket but I didn't figure that out until Friday after 5pm so there was nothing we could do until Monday to fix the problem. In case you didn't know dry socket is extremely painful. My third problem was that when the doctor finally did treat my dry socket with the clove oil some of the oil dripped all the way to the back of my throat and infected my tonsils. My fourth problem was that I got dry socket on the other side of my mouth later that week. My fifth problem was by day 8 post surgery I still couldn't open my mouth all the way. My mom told me that I was probably just still recovering so I dealt with that for a week. When spooning soup into my mouth was too hard to do I decided something was wrong. My jaw muscle had balled up on the left side and I had to take muscle relaxers to fix it, plus another antibiotic. Well, the muscle relaxers made me extremely sleepy and the antibiotic gave me acid reflux. I was still recovering from all of this when I got to TCU around the 20th of August for recruitment.

I am so glad that I only had four wisdom teeth. I'm glad new ones don't grow. And, I'm glad I never have to have them taken out EVER AGAIN. The only good thing that happened out of all of this is the endless amount of milkshakes provided to me out of pity. And, of course, the video my dad taped of me which I plan on entering into a contest someday.