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[robot_god]

I THINK I HAVE A WISDOM TOOTH COMING IN

MAN FUCK WHY THEY GOT TO DO A THING

[side_show]

Hey Ash, here's a disgusting story you don't want to hear:

In my early 20's due to dental health necessity, I had to get braces.  Terrible.  Even more unfortunately, this meant having two impacted wisdom teeth and my four front pre-molars removed - that's right, count 'em: six teeth removed.  Thankfully this meant being put under - I am glad I didn't have to be awake for what was done to me.  I'm sure it was horrible.  I remember arriving at that oral surgeons, and that is it.  I remember coming to, and sort of remember going home, but I was on so many wonderful drugs, basically the next week is a total blur.  I had a great hallucination about Isabella Rossellini.

Anyway a couple weeks later I am all better, and I notice a small paper bag has mysteriously appeared in my sock drawer.  My curiosity peaked, I open it, look inside, and when I see what is in it, I run to the bathroom and puke rainbow colours.  Seems that while slipping under the anesthesia I requested that they save my teeth for me, and during my drug filled haze that afternoon, brought them home and stuck them in the drawer.  In that I have no memory of any of this, opening a bloody bag of teeth was a horrible, disgusting surprise.

Then I spent two horrible years looking like a teenager.

[Hobot]

When I got my wisdom teeth removed the summer before last, I had dry sockets, which basically means that I was in a lot of pain (more than usual, even for wisdom teeth removal) for two solid weeks.  I actually had to get my hydrocodone prescription refilled.  In that two-week period, I became mildly dependent on the stuff; I had to wean myself off of the drugs for a few days.  Those were some fun times!

I hope that if you have to have your wisdom teeth removed, you do not have dry sockets, because they are extremely unpleasant.

GOOD LUCK.

[wombat]

When I had mine removed, I had just barely come out of the anesthesia when I was saying "My teeth! My teeth!" and making them dig them out of the trash so I could keep them.  I keep them in a little box with a drawing of a slimy monster and the word "muck" on it, fair warning so no one will have any unpleasant surprises.   The only slightly gross part is that I only got to keep two, because the other two they had to cut in half to get out, which was something best not thought about too deeply. 

[AlohaDawg]

I had dry sockets also. However, I was too proud and too tough to keep with the narcotics. My mouth hurt like crazy for a solid month. It's a great way to lose weight

[CortJstr]

I only have two wisdom teeth and I get to keep them both inside my head.

[Nabubrush]

When I had mine removed (one they had to bust up), just as the drugs were beginning to take effect, the doc says to me "how are you feeling?" and I replied "wow, this is sort of like being on acid". I remember his look being sort of disapproving.

[theinevitable]

mann.
I hated the drugs the gave me so much.
I hated them so much that I threw them out.
I am not proud of myself for digging them out of the trash late at night.

I got home immediately after, and decided I wanted my computer by my bed. My mom says I was walking around the house, drooling blood, trying unsuccessfully to untangle all the wires... I read 3/4 of a book, and then forgot it. I listened to multiple cds of music, and then forgot them.

my friend says her parents informed her afterwards that she started really explicitly hitting on the nurse while on the drugs. it was uncomfortable for all.

I found out a week ago that the reason that I've had braces on for over 3 years, when the orthodontist had originally said that it was only 6 months worth of work, is that my orthodontist was utterly incompetent. We switched now, and it's going to be another 6 months before I can get them off. He said that he can't tell what exactly my braces are supposed to be doing in my mouth right now, as the most basic problems haven't been fixed, and the wires weren't tight enough to move anything.
I am sick of people messing with my mouth. I hate the feeling of leverage on my teeth. I hate the grinding noises. I hate the wierd instruments.

I bit a woman once. she kept trying to do the same thing and failing, and it was making me reflexively close my mouth a little each time... and I bit her.

[AugustWest]

Mine came out uneventfully.  They did have to break one up, but it didn't bother me.  I took the Percocets. They worked.

I was lucky, apparently.

[Hobot]

mann.
I hated the drugs the gave me so much.
I hated them so much that I threw them out.
I am not proud of myself for digging them out of the trash late at night.

I got home immediately after, and decided I wanted my computer by my bed. My mom says I was walking around the house, drooling blood, trying unsuccessfully to untangle all the wires... I read 3/4 of a book, and then forgot it. I listened to multiple cds of music, and then forgot them.

my friend says her parents informed her afterwards that she started really explicitly hitting on the nurse while on the drugs. it was uncomfortable for all.

I found out a week ago that the reason that I've had braces on for over 3 years, when the orthodontist had originally said that it was only 6 months worth of work, is that my orthodontist was utterly incompetent. We switched now, and it's going to be another 6 months before I can get them off. He said that he can't tell what exactly my braces are supposed to be doing in my mouth right now, as the most basic problems haven't been fixed, and the wires weren't tight enough to move anything.
I am sick of people messing with my mouth. I hate the feeling of leverage on my teeth. I hate the grinding noises. I hate the wierd instruments.

I bit a woman once. she kept trying to do the same thing and failing, and it was making me reflexively close my mouth a little each time... and I bit her.

I have had 9 teeth removed, not including my four wisdom teeth.  I had a palatal expander in third grade (that's a thing that goes on the roof of your mouth and is cranked with a key to literally stretch your palate, because I have a freakishly small mouth), gum surgery in Middle School, braces from fifth to seventh grade, and a retainer since then.  Don't tell me about hellish dental experiences.

On the plus side, I have very lovely, straight teeth now.  Hang in there!

[jough]

I only had wisdom teeth on the bottom, and they both came in around the same time.  The first one was a piece of cake.  The dentist told me he was going to twist then pull.  I felt the twist, but not the pull.  He was done already.

The second one, out a week later, wasn't so easy.  He had to break it up and take it out piece by piece.  And the Novocaine wasn't really working, but they couldn't give me any more.  No fun.

Dental work is a piece of cake next to eye surgery, though.  At least, old non-laser eye surgery where they have to hold your eye still with this thing that looks like two melon-ballers connected by a spring.

[Drygioni]

Man, I wish you the speediest of recoveries and minimum of pain.

I am yet to know whether my wisdom teeth need to be removed, and I will probably faint on the spot if I'm told they need tinkering with, being the big Jessie that I am. However, having had a relatively surgery free life so far, I think the karma's about to kick in.

[V-Adore]

Speedy recovery, God of Automata.

My wisdom-teeth story isn't that hideous, but I still found it strange; they told me I'd be on full anesthesia, but in fact they just ave me the Valium-IV thing. When they told me this, my reaction was nigh-on hysterical: "I thought I was going under! I really don't want to be awake for this -- are you sure? I really, really want to be under anes..."

And the next thing I remember, my mother is there, telling me it's over and we can go home. I guess it worked, huh?

(Amusingly enough, before this I had been a little worried about going under full anesthesia for dental work. Long before I was born, my great-aunt had died under anesthesia while having teeth pulled; she had been 19. I got my wisdom teeth out at 18, and the vague feeling of history repeating was downright unpleasant.)

I spent the rest of that night on the couch, alternating between being asleep and crying uncontrollably because I couldn't make sense of anything around me. After that I switched from Percocet to Excedrin. I'm the worst druggie ever.

[robot_god]

I still don't have an appointment until tomorrow afternoon, but they at least phoned in a perscription for Ibuprofen as if I wasn't already taking it.  The night I started feeling it, the pain was pretty debilitating, but yesterday and today have been next to no pain.  I definitely feel something under the gum over there, though.

I was looking back there last night and thinking, man... there is not room to fit another tooth in there.  Maybe it has already stopped progressing.  Guess I'll find out tomorrow.

Personally, I've always liked going to the dentist, although I've never needed any major dental surgery.  I've always found it relaxing (my father agrees) and getting nitrous oxided as a child was probably the twelvth best high of all time.

[theinevitable]

man.
they told me that there was a tiny possibility that they'd screw up the nerves in my mouth, and I wouldn't be able to feel that part of my face ever again
I woke up, and couldn't feel my face, and I convinced myself that the drugs should have worn off by then.
my mom says I woke up about every 20-30 minutes and pulled on my lips for a few minutes before falling back asleep.