Wisdom

She says:
   Last Tuesday I had four wisdom teeth removed (and no, I don't think my IQ has gone down).  I chose to have my new dentist do the procedure instead of trying to find an oral surgeon and doing the anaesthesia thing (read, I was awake!).  So I walk into the office, pretending to be confident and ready to go, but actually nervous out the wazoo!  They started the whole thing off with all sorts of terrifying news.  They told me all about dry socket, had me read over a waiver with all sorts of terrible things that could go wrong, AND the dentist came in to explain to me about how I might have permanent numbness in my face because of where my lower wisdom teeth were situated near a nerve.  Then I got up and left.
  
   Just kidding. They turned on the TV, numbed my face, and two episodes of Law and Order: SVU later I was extracted!  The hygienist thought SVU was a good choice because "compared to what goes on in that show, having your wisdom teeth out will seem like nothing."  Ha!

   Jason had off of work on Tuesday and Wednesday, so he stayed home and took care of me.  There was a lot of me sitting on the couch watching Netflix and Jason making me soft foods to eat.  Other than my face being swelled up and some to-be-expected soreness, I was doing great, healing up, blah blah blah.  Then on Thursday Jason went back to work, and my face started to hurt.  Thursday night I start to think that maybe the pain was more than just being behind on my dose of ibuprofen (and more like dry socket), but of course at this point the dentist's office was closed for the rest of the weekend. 

   On Friday, my puffy face started to de-puff and so I was excited to go out with Jason to celebrate paying off all of his student loans!  We went out to eat at The Brew Top (more of the sports bar scene, less of the impressive beer menu than we expected).  Only later did I realize that even though my face was less puffy, I was also more visibly bruised.  I can only imagine that the bruises coupled with the fact that Jason did most of the ordering/talking to our waitress (as it was loud and hurt me to talk) and that I ate my food keeping my head down (trying to chew more with the front of my mouth) may have given the waitress the wrong idea about our relationship.  After dinner we continued the celebration with homemade (from a box) Reese's dessert (delicious! and a soft food!) and The Matrix.

   As the weekend wore on, I became more and more whiny about my face.  (i.e. Facebook status: "My face hurts.").  I left a message at the dentist's office about trying to be seen Monday, and then planned to get up early on Monday for when they called me back to have me come in.  They didn't call (not that I got up all that early, either).  At about 9:45 I drove to the office to see if they could see me.  An hour later the dentist looked in my mouth for about 6 seconds, wrote me some prescriptions and sent me on my way to recovery (hopefully, this time).

My puffy face (that is probably the most forced smile of my life).

Reese's dessert: tastes like a huge Reese's cup.  It came in a box with 4 pouches of mix/peanut butter/chocolate topping and an adorably sized pan to put it all together in.