Sorry for the extended silence...I've been in wisdom tooth exile. Trust me, it's a place you never, ever want to visit. Your wisdom teeth are bothering you? Even a little impacted, you say? LISTEN TO ME: NEVER EVER EVER GET THEM OUT. Trust me on this. Just suck it up and deal with the constant headaches, sore teeth, etc etc...whatever you do, do not have a stupid surgery on your stupid mouth to get your stupid teeth out. EVER.
It really actually wouldn't have been that bad except for the dry sockets that I was so lucky to get. I had them out Friday, was still swollen and hurty on Saturday but nothing unbearable, about the same on Sunday...and then on Monday they started to hurt worse. And worse. And woooooorse. I kept making reasons for why they were hurting, maybe it's because I'm talking more, maybe it's because I tried to (GOD FORBID) eat something more substantial than pudding, maybe...yeah. No. I woke up sobbing around 5 a.m. Tuesday with the worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life. I finally got into the dentist around 12:30 p.m. (that was the longest 7 hour wait of my life, by the way) and found out I had dry sockets.
What's that you ask? Apparently it's when the blood clot either doesn't form, or detaches, and then your BONES ARE EXPOSED TO THE AIR. And then you want to die. I still can't figure out how I got them...I followed all the rules and did/did not do everything I was told to do/not to do. Anyway, the dentist stuffed them with gauze soaked in clove oil, which tastes kinda gross but was instant relief. I went back yesterday and he changed out the gauze, and I go back Monday to have him check it out and see if they're better. Until then my life is just kind of revolving around Orajel, frozen yogurt, and painkillers.
I'm just annoyed because I really thought I'd be out with this for like...3 days max. I don't know why I thought that, seeing as how they were pretty big time impacted so he had to dig around quite a bit in my jaw bone area, plus I'm on the old-ish side for getting it done, plus anytime there's a chance of any kind of medical misadventure I'm usually lucky enough to have it happen. But it's been a week (A WEEK!) since I've had anything of any substance to eat, and I gotta tell you, sister want a burger. And I don't even like red meat!
I'll stop whining about it now because I know nobody likes a whiner and I'm pretty sure some people think I'm being a baby about it but I am here to tell you, I would not wish this stuff on my worst enemy. Well, maybe on my WORST enemies. That's just the kind of person I am. But seriously, blahhh I am soooo done with dealing with this. I cannot wait to get back to normal!
This weekend should be fun, at least. After a week of being cooped up inside (at my parents' house for the majority of it, no less - which, side note, turned out to be a surprisingly awesome time) I am so ready to get out and see my friends and have some good times. I've got some fun things lined up so that's something.
So yeah...just checking in to say yes, I did survive, but BARELY. Also, I think I am single-handedly keeping Lexington's one and only frozen yogurt place in business right now. I'm a little ashamed that they know my order by heart now.