I recently had my wisdom tooth taken out. Unlike Datin J who managed to sleep obliviously through the whole process, I was very much awake and traumatized by it. This not very clever tooth of mine decided to grow out sideways embedding itself into my inner cheek. I was all prepared to let it grow out like that, I mean who cares, no one can see it anyway unless it poked right out of my face. Bad move. I should have known that it was going to hurt me when it really grew itself out.
That was why I was in agony a couple of days before term started. I refused to get it pulled out at the dentist because I wanted to have it done at the hospital. But the pain got so bad that I was actually begging Dearest Hub to phone all the dentists nearby and get me an appointment like IMMEDIATELY! I was running a fever too by that time.
He managed to secure a 1 o'clock appointment but I went to the doctor in the morning anyway to get painkillers because the pain was killing me. Nope, they didn't help much and I couldn't sleep either and couldn't eat anything. By the time I was sitting outside the dentist's office, I was pretty much resigned to my fate. If only I had known how agonising it would be.
It didn't hurt at all but it was darned hard to pull out. The poor man had to exert all his strength and he took 20 mins of pulling before it finally came out, the feeling was akin to giving birth, you're just relieved that it's out. Let me stress that there was no pain but I could feel the tooth moving, the pressure and the squelching sound when the tooth started coming loose. It was totally gross. Simply gross. At some point I just wanted to jump up and run away like some mad woman.
The extracting part wasn't so bad when you compare it to the recovery period. Half my face was swollen. My gum was swollen. I was too freaked out to eat anything much. Brushing my teeth became a test of courage ... how far do you dare to go. Mostly I took all the pills he gave me and extra dosage of the painkillers. He told me to take only 2 a day but I took 3 or 4. It was that painful. I was so tempted to utilise the 5 days of MC that he gave me but I'm so angelic, I took only 2. And to add salt to the injury, all this pain and suffering cost me a very hefty sum of $350. Hey, I could have bought a lot of things with that kind of money!