Percocet

So yesterday started out like any other day, just a casual trip to the oral surgeon to get FOUR wisdom teeth out.

Let me break down the procedure for you, and may I warn that it might get a little bit graphic for some.

First, I went into the room where the surgery takes place, which looks exactly like it does when one goes to get a regular check up at the dentist. Then they put on an oxygen mask before attempting to put in the IV.

There is almost nothing in this world that makes me as nervous as needles, and the heart rate monitor I was attached to shot up as soon as they tried to put the needle in. First, they got it in and I thought I was gonna faint. Then I find out the vein they put it in wasn't big enough, SO THEY HAD TO DO IT AGAIN.

This was easily one of the worst parts of the surgery, and soon after I was knocked out. The next thing I know I'm being led to the recovery room with an ice pack on my face. At this point, I was completely delirious. I had no idea what was really going on because the surgery lasted about 10 minutes, but the anesthesia lasts much longer. It was the weirdest feeling ever, especially when I got home and tried to sleep.

I woke up about an hour later, tons of gauze in my mouth, and bleeding a lot. Many people do not have to get all four teeth out, but I was one of the lucky ones. I am also lucky enough to experience the nauseating side effect of percocet.

Me and percocet currently have a love-hate relationship. While the drugs are working magnificently to cure the pain in my mouth, they cause me to feel very very nauseous, which then makes me have the need to be horizontal all of the time. Fortunately for me, HBO has all of season 6 of Sex and the City on on demand, so I am in luck.

Even though all of this sounds less than ideal, I am very lucky to have been able to get this surgery. These teeth have been bothering me for a very long time, and I desperately needed to get them out. And I also got them out at a time where literally nothing else is going on, and I will be all healed by the time Dave Matthews band rolls into Massachusetts!! This is also the time when one of my good friends from school is visiting me.

To wrap up this post, I think the moral of the story is that even though this surgery was not something I would ever choose to do again, its giving me a chance to just relax for a few days and have an excuse to watch as much tv as I want to. :)

Have there been any times where something awful has given you the chance to do just what you want like this?