Finally had the last wisdom tooth extracted. The one on the upper left. Yesterday. It’s been on the to-do list for years. Near the top of the list for months. The tooth was in deteriorating condition. So said the dentist. Figured I might as well deal with it now, while I’m still of sound mind and body — more or less — than later. You never can tell about “later.”
I could have my lights turned out for the procedure. So said the oral surgeon. But only if I came in the a.m. and had a driver take me home. Or I could choose local anesthetic in the p.m. My neighbor across the hall and I have a mutual accord regarding driving assistance for such occasions. I’ve taken him to and fro the hospital in Tampa a couple times. But I opted for afternoon. I never willingly schedule anything before noon.
Oral numbness was accomplished. The extraction itself was over in five minutes. No prescription pain-killers prescribed; Motrin or Tylenol recommended. I went with Tylenol. Bleeding continued for a few hours, until all the wisdom drained out. Tylenol did the trick. After-surgery pain was not as bad as advertised. Need only a little Tylenol now, on the day after.
I am under doctor’s orders to avoid exertion and fatigue. No heavy lifting or blogging today.
You crack me up! So glad to hear that you are on the mend!
See, this is always my problem with these dental episodes. No heavy lifting. How can I get through a day without lifting? Where will my sanity go?
Also, Tylenol and booze are incompatible, and seriously, if I want a painkiller, booze is pleasanter, though I admit it isn’t suitable at eight in the morning. (Maybe nine…) Abiother good reason to schedule these things for the afternoon.
A bad tooth is one of the few things that can’t be cured by massage. Also, I wish I could manage my sanity every day as well as you do.
It’s all done with mirrors. Also, I clearly can’t type.
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