I got all four of my wisdom teeth out this morning at 8 am. Blech.
The past few days, I haven't be able to think about it without almost having an anxiety attack.
I woke up at 6:40 this morning, my brain thinking it was a mistake. That usually happens when I wake up early. I got ready, put on sweatpants and a t-shirt and went down to the kitchen to read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and try not to freak out. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything, so that was terrible. I really like food.
My mom drove me to the oral surgeon's office and we had about a 5 minute wait until I was called back to the surgery room. To put it bluntly, I started to cry, hyperventilate, and shake all at the same time. I've discovered I am terrified of getting surgery. I also just hate that word: surgery. Bleaaah.
The nurses were talking to each other the whole time I was sitting in the chair hyperventilating. Then one of them put the laughing gas (nitrous oxide) mask on my nose and told me to breathe. Just to remind you, I was hyperventilating at this time. The nurse told me to slow down my breathing. Yeah. Okay.
I could hear my heartbeat through the monitor that they had connected to my finger. It was really fast. Then I started crying and the other nurse handed me a tissue. I started feeling tingly in my extremities and the nurses were talking to me and I to them.
After what felt like a long time, the tingly feeling started to go away and I stopped crying. The surgeon came in and asked how I was doing. I told him that I didn't feel tingly any more and he said I was just getting used to it. Great. I thought that meant I would feel the needle going in, which was what I was least looking forward to. But, no. It meant that when the surgeon lifted my arm, I said, "Op! Dead arm!" I had the tissue that the nurse had given me in my hand and the surgeon asked me to squeeze it as hard as I could. Then he put the needle in. Not the worst needle I've ever felt.
I was kind of freaked out at this point because I didn't feel sleepy or tingly at all. I was wearing my THON t-shirt and one of the nurses asked if I went to Penn State and if I participated in it. I said not really in college, but my high school had Mini-THON. She asked what high school I went to and I told her.
Then I woke up.
I kind of half remember the nurse helping me half walk half be carried to another room. I must've fallen asleep again or something because I woke up and the younger nurse was beside me and I was in a different room. I was shaking really badly and trying not to think about how I didn't remember falling asleep. A few minutes later, after I had stopped shaking, the nurse called my mom in and gave her some instructions for what order to take my medicine.
My mom walked me out the back door to the car because it was a shorter walk. I don't really remember the ride home. I remember that my mom asked me if I wanted ice cream and that we stopped at Giant. When we got home, I fell/sat in the recliner in our family room. My mom asked me how I wanted to take my first medicine, Vicodin. I just said that I didn't want it. She crushed it up (because I'm baby and can't take pills) and put it in the spoonful of pudding. Then my mom made me finish the pudding and drink a water bottle.
This was all around 9:30, 10 in the morning.
I then fell asleep, on and off, until 1 in the afternoon. I have since been either:
Trawling the internet
Watching my sister's Friends dvds
Watching the Olympics on TV
Reading Harry Potter fan fiction
Watching Nick and Disney on TV
Sleep more
Read HP and the HBP
All day, I've eaten:
Jell-O
Pudding
Applesauce
Popsicles
Ice cream
And now my sister just bought me rice from Giant and put it in the freezer to make it cold.
It's been a boring, hungry, sore day.
