I had three of my wisdom teeth removed ten months ago. One, my lower left, was growing perpendicular to the rest of my teeth and actually causing bone in my jaw to erode. That sumbitch got cut up real good before it could be extracted. The top ones were a breeze. I did not keep them.
I was 28 when I had the surgery, so I was expecting hell of complications due to a mature mouth. Full knockout, plus what was listed on my bill as "supplementary dosage" of whatever they used. Could you imagine how lousy it would've been to wake up when they were only 85% finished? Turns out the surgeon who worked on me is also one of the team doctors for the local professional hockey club, so he was probably used to working on guys my age with busted grills.
I remember everything from the second I woke up in the recovery room to the second I put my head down on the couch to sleep off the drugs. I even walked up a flight of stairs. Good times. My jaw hurt like no other for two weeks and I lost ten pounds because my normal diet was replaced by yogurt and nutritional shakes (sip them from a cup rather than sucking them through a straw, which could dislodge the clots). I was prescribed Oxycontin's generic stepbrother, of which I took two pills and then switched to Aleve.
Surgery done on a Friday morning, back at work on Tuesday. Five months later, it was all paid for. The bills were the part that hurt the most.