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At the beginning of the summer, my dentist told me those few words that every young adult has learned to dread: “I think it’s time for your wisdom teeth to come out.” I was absolutely scared. I had never had any type of surgery before, and I dreaded the day I had to go under.
Of course, with all the excitement that summer brings, I had almost forgotten that I needed to have all four wisdom teeth taken out until a few days before the surgery. I prepared my fridge the night before by stocking up on applesauce, pudding, and my favorite ice cream flavors (coffee and chocolate).
The day of the surgery, I remember being really nervous. And when I get nervous, I talk. A lot. I talked to the dentist about my neon socks, my dogs, college, and pretty much anything I could think of. Once they got the IV in me (thank goodness I didn’t embarrass myself and faint like I did when I donated blood a few months ago), I was out. I don’t remember anything that happened.
After I woke up from what felt like a really long nap, the doctor and nurse showed me my wisdom teeth. I started freaking out, telling them that I needed my wisdom teeth as soon as possible, so that the tooth fairy would come visit me and wouldn’t get confused that there were no teeth under my pillow. My mom couldn’t stop laughing at me, since I was genuinely concerned about the tooth fairy. I guess all those drugs got to me!
My cheeks didn’t end up getting too swollen (I was worried I would become a chipmunk after the surgery), so I guess you could say that I’m one of the lucky ones. Now things are pretty much back to normal, except I can still feel the stitches in the back of my mouth – gross!
