Friday was the worst day of my life. In terms of physical pain at least.
As much as I was dreading and fearing the dentist office, contemplating whether or not to cancel my appointment, I finally got the guts to get my wisdom tooth extracted at 3pm Friday afternoon. Beforehand I was trying to reason with the dentist, convincing him that I no longer needed to get the tooth removed and that the pain from the tooth had gone away. He responded telling me that the pain went away because he had prescribed me pain killers a few days before. Maybe he’s right.
He put a cloth on my face with a hole in the middle for my mouth. I didn’t feel anything and it took around 20 minutes. Getting the tooth out should have been the least of my fears. Oh, how silly I way back then… It wasn’t until around 5:30 when the pain started to really settle in. My dentist didn’t give me directions on how to take care of myself and ended up oozing out blood from my mouth. Even for my standards, it was pretty gross.
I’m rolling around in pain and I got that depressed feeling that I get every time I’m sick in korea; that I don’t want to die alone and take care of my 60 year old self when im sick with lung cancer and all other old people diseases. But in all seriousness, its always a bit sad when youre nursing yourself back to health when your mommy is across the world from you and your roommate is an unreliable ghost that occasionally haunts you.
I get my coworker to call the dentist and demand more drugs, they said to come by the next morning. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. So I start chowing down ibuprophen
So let me paint this picture for you.
1. I walk into my apt and I had left my boiler on all day. The apt is sauna-hot (when the floor is heated or hot, it takes forever for the apt to cool) I’m laying in my underwear on my bed sweating and unhappy
2. I got my moles on my face removed and had not washed my face for two days already. I wasn’t allowed to wash my face for one more day.
3. I was told not to brush my teeth for 24 hours
4. I was also told not to shower for 24 hours
5. My irregular period decided not to show up for 3 months, but last week it decided to pay me a really heavy visit. So im bleeding out of both ends (TMI? Maybe.)
6. Letting blood ooze out of my mouth and I look like a vampire. On Saturday morning I woke up to heavily red crusted teeth.
7. Let’s not forget the blood that had oozed out on my shoulder and pillow (I slept sitting up) blood stain on my bra. Currently it is Monday afternoon, and I just realized that I’m wearing that exact bra. And it had not been washed. Whatever. At least im still alive.
So basically Saturday, after the worst night ever, I wake up feeling gross. Saturday afternoon the blood did not clot properly and I’m looking up symptoms of side effects from wisdom tooth extraction and at the bottom of the list it says “death”. I’m not trying to scare anyone but wisdom tooth extraction can and has caused death! At that moment I convinced myself that I was getting an infection in my mouth and that I was going to die (I actually still think that).
This morning I went to the dentist again and like Oliver Twist I came back asking for more drugs, “I want some more!” let’s just hope it helps. All of my agony derives from ONE wisdom tooth. Now I am more than terrified of getting my other 3 wisdom teeth out.
i guess the main point is that i'm alive and well... and i hope that my fear of the dentist and pain has not scared or scarred anyone. humans are such pansies. think about all those buffalo that are attacked by alligators on the discovery channel. theyre attacked, dragged into the water, but somehow get away and get on with their day. you dont see that buffalo go behind a bush and cry and think emo thoughts! Aliens spying on us humans must think that we're the biggest pansy shits. "WAHHH i got one tooth taken out and now im going to blog about it!!" boohoo-hoo.
Human Pride. i just blogged about it. you just read about it. we all lose/win.
THE END!
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Picture update later. And just fyi, my face did not swell up like jigglypuff