ouch part 2 ...

WARNING: The following post contains a photograph of a frank and graphic nature. Namely, there is a closeup picture of my mouth, detailing the areas of my lower gumline from which two teeth were extracted earlier today. If you are easily grossed out, you might not want to proceed too much further. LOL

OK, here's a breakdown of the whole tooth ordeal today.

1. I get there on time. Pay upfront ($245 ... ouch!) and am soon called to the back area. The doc is a little delayed, but not overly so.

1.a. It should be noted that the guy performing the procedure is no "ordinary" dentist. No, this guy is a orthodontic surgeon. On top of that, he's also a maxillofacial surgeon. So the guy is super qualified.

2. Apparently, both teeth — the molar (No. 30) and the wisdom tooth (No. 32) have SUPER-long roots; way longer than normal. This is why my dentist referred me to the specialist; he was uncomfortable doing the procedure. I'm actually glad — I'd rather have my dentist say, "You know what? I want a more qualified guy taking those teeth out" than to have the guy try to do it and not be able to.

That was the case with one of my previously extracted wisdom teeth — the guy pulled it but couldn't get the entire root out. It didn't help that this happened right before Thanksgiving weekend. Bastard.

3. It took a little while — and a lot of PRESSURE — to get both out. The wisdom tooth had to be sectioned before it could be removed, and actually required a couple of sutures, the first time I ever need such with a tooth extraction, which tells you how bad that tooth was. LOL ... and the other tooth, the regular molar, which was done first, actually took more time to extract. Apparently, it had a HOOK on the end of the root — the sucker just did NOT want to come out. LOL

4. Went into the office for about a whole two hours — my boss released me early, and my leaving coincided with the wearing off of the Novocaine. So that worked out nicely.

5. Guess what. Vicodin doesn't really do anything for me. I didn't get drowsy. The pain didn't significantly subside. Sucks.

6. That being said, it's not really all that bad. I don't know if I just have a higher threshold for pain than others or what, but it's not like I HAD to go home. I was told to, so I went. LOL

My other extractions have pretty much been the same. Some dull pain, but really it's more of an dull, rough ache instead of pain, per se.

That's why I didn't go for the other sedation method, which would have knocked me out a bit. It's not gas, I found out, but some kind of I.V. sedation. It would have kept me semi-concious while they did the work, but: 1. My insurance only covers part of any sedation beyond Novocaine; and 2. I didn't think I would need that ... I'm not that freaked out by extractions — I have had four other teeth pulled before.

Also, I would have needed to find someone to drive me there, wait for everything to get done, then drive me home. I don't really know anyone to do that for me. Sad, huh? LOL ... Also, I would have been out of it for like four to six hours. So ... I passed on it.

7. What sucked is that I didn't eat at all in the morning, so I was starving a couple hours after I got home. I ate some cottage cheese and two bananas — I figured soft food, chewed on opposite side, would be OK. I was right, though my jaw's still a bit sore overall from the "pressure." Heh. A little later on I cooked up some chicken-and-rice and had that, with some dunked bread. Yummy.

I did freak out when a piece of rice moved to the extraction side and when I touched it with my tongue, I thought it was a chunk of gum that had come off. LOL

OK ... without further ado, and for pure gross-out factor, I present the nasty parts:



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