Friday, January 29, 2010

Not as wise but just as smart

Today I'm celebrating the one-week anniversary of the removal of my wisdom teeth. Despite my best wishes, I am still suffering its consequences.

The actual removal itself wasn't anything to dread - its aftermath, however, was a different story entirely.

Not only did it look like I was hoarding a family of hamsters in my cheeks for four days too long, but my jaw was sore beyond belief. And, as virtually everyone knows, getting your wisdom teeth removed is a rite of passage of sorts. It's a separation from all normal foods and a forced "hello" to all that is soft and squishy. And as though part of some horribly un-funny conspiracy, my mother decided to make my favorite cheese dip on day one post-surgery.

So naturally, I rip open the tortilla chips the moment I get the chance. Curse my stubborn inability to resist caloric foods...

Karma came and kicked me in the butt in the form of a dry socket (despite any rumors you may have heard, it's not as fun as it sounds).

Essentially, it means that the blood clot that formed where the tooth used to be has fallen out and a whole lot of pain is to follow. I took a trip back to Dr. Ivey where he used a thin metal rod to JAM (yes, JAM) an even thinner medicated strip of gauze into the hole in my mouth. It's been a week since I've eaten something that didn't taste terrible as a result. Yesterday I went to get it removed, only to discover I was also getting it replaced. Today's appointment was an identical ordeal. They were so kind enough to give me a "fresh gauze for the weekend."

Here's to pizza that tastes like a medicine I can't pronounce!

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