My apologies for the lack of updates lately, but if you’ve been following my Twitter feed you know that I had a bit of a procedure this week. This morning, I had a wisdom tooth removed, and I’ve been a bit punchy since leaving the oral surgeon’s office.
Still, “a bit punchy” is better than “excruciating pain that makes me wish for a quick death,” which is how I felt after my last wisdom tooth extraction.
I had my first wisdom tooth pulled earlier this year, and the process was one of the most painful experiences I’ve ever endured. Over the years, I’ve fractured my skull and other bones, tore muscles, splashed acid on my skin, and even spilled a kettle of boiling water on what is best described as a very sensitive part of my body — and the pain I experienced during (and after) each of those events was nothing compared to my first tooth extraction.
Without getting into gruesome details, the procedure went a lot like this:
This time around, however, I opted for the full anesthesia experience (and a different surgeon) — and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Not only was I barely conscious for the extraction, but I traded 24 hours of fist-clenching, sob-inducing pain for 24 hours of painkiller-induced serenity.
Oh, and they also let me keep the tooth. (Jessica told me not to post a photo of it — or at the very least, wait until the painkillers wear off before deciding whether to post it. I think this is sage advice.)
So that’s why updates might be a little infrequent this week, folks.
Yes, in the absence of Superman, a blend of nitrous oxide, general anesthesia, and percocet will indeed get the job done.