Hey followers,
As some of you may or may have not known, on Friday better known as Tax Day-April 15th, I had gotten all four of my wisdom teeth taken out. Now, they tell you what you need to know before the procedure: you know like make sure you have someone with you during and after the procedure, you will experience some swelling after, etc. So, I was good. Both of parents came with me. They had me take one Valium an hour before the procedure so I was walking in with my hands in pockets feeling great. Checked in, paid my due from what was left from my dental insurance, sat down with my parents in the waiting room as we looked over People Magazines talking about the Kardashians and Jennifer Hudson and then they called me back in. And ladies and gents: That's all I remember. I do remember the smiling faces of the dental assistants and the bizarre anesthesia lady who was singing "Rocking Robin" to me as I drifted off to Rockin Robin World.
Then It Hit Me. I woke up, teary eyed and on my way to walking towards the recovery room. Tears kept coming down as my mouth was stuffed with cottony gauze. I didn't feel anything, no pain but the tears kept coming down. "It's just the Anesthesia" said one of the smiling DA's. "I'm going to go get your parents." As, my step-mom kept asking me if I was okay and my Dad and the Oral Surgeon discussed the procedure, I did not feel anything but sleepy and droozy and then came the drool. It started to come out of my mouth unexpectedly. I couldn't sallow. It was hard for me too. Oops. I immediate thought This can't be good. I probably looked a hot mess! To the 10th power. "One of the side effects, your throat maybe sore for the first 24 hours" the Dr said. "Your gonna be out for awhile" I remember the ride to my parents house, they made me home-made mashed potatoes, we watched re-runs of the Flip Wilson show, changed my bloody gauze, took one of the prescribe pain meds which made my stomach churn. And was in and out falling to sleep in my Dad's recliner chair. I decided to dump the prescription and stick to my Advils which was my drug of relief and the way to heaven from the throbbing hell of missing teeth. I felt sleepy so I went into my parents spare bedroom and feel asleep trying to watch Girlfriends on BET.
It's day Five I feel a bit better. In my own bed. The numbness and swelling is taking awhile to die down. There's this one part on my lower lip and chin that feels like someone punched me. Every now and then I feel the hellish throb of shooting pain through out my teeth. Feening and searching for my Advil. Heating compress feels so good on my face: Suppose to be doing it every 20 minutes on and every 20 minutes off and I am but, it gets kind of hot. And I still have a bit of drooling problem on my right side but, we won't get into details about it.
Awww...yes. My sketchbook, my ipod, my blackberry, my pain meds and laptop. The Subject of the matter: Yeah, They are all on my bed. I look like an alien at the mother board of her starship craft with a swollen lip with wild crazy hair, hooded robe with all of my technology around me. LOL! And can I just say that Boiled Pierogies are like the greatest soft food invention ever! Along with Lorna Doone shortbread cookies I am trying to enjoy like I used too..its a process as cookie crumbs end up around my mouth like the cookie monster.
\And thanks to everyone with the special emails, tweets, texts and bbms for your concern. I do feel the love! Thanks again!! XOXOXO!
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