Nothing EVER in my life goes to plan or is just plain and simple. I don’t know why I thought this Wisdom Tooth Extraction would be any different. All my wisdom teeth are impacted and have caused me nothing but pain and misery since they started to emerge.
My last Wisdom Tooth Extraction was back in 2006 and my mind had purposely blocked out most of what had happened during the operation. All I remember was lots of Lidocaine, lots of drilling, and my mouth being ripped at the side. I also remember telling the surgeon to fuck off. I blame the Lidocaine.
Back in August last year, I woke up not being able to open my jaw, It had completely locked up. Off I went to an emergency dentist as it was the weekend. They found that I had a nasty infection in my bottom right wisdom tooth, which I already knew was impacted from my last xray in 2006. That was antibiotics number one. Two weeks later I was back at the dentist for an xray and more antibiotics plus this weird brown mushy birds nest stuff which the Dentist put under my gums to warn away infections.
Since August up until the end of last week I have been on TEN lots of antibiotics as the infection kept coming back. I was glad when this nuisance of a tooth would be out.
I have to have my wisdom tooth out at the hospital because of the fact that the root is so close to the main nerve in my face.
So the day finally comes to take it out. My Mum is coming with me whilst Matt looks after Cameron.
I am having a Local instead of a general. I don’t like the thought of being put to sleep.
They call my name to go in. I feel the blood instantly drain from my face. I go in and the surgeon goes through the risks with me and asks me to sign a consent form. Feels like I am signing my life away. Its almost like I am saying ‘Yes I give you full permission to potentially permanently damage my face’
First things first. Lidocaine. It’s Brilliant stuff. Not too keen on the needle though. Definitely not a sharp scratch, as described. Thought the needle was going to come out the bottom of my chin at one point.
Half my face is going numb, strange sensation. Start feeling sick and dizzy, not good. Thank god I am sat down. Uh oh I am fainting, really, really I am going to faint, vision is going and I feel myself going. They must have picked up on it because they suddenly tilt the dentists chair back to I am led flat. Apparently I have gone a bit green. Perfect start to this operation. Can’t get much worse… can it?
After about ten minutes I recover and they begin by scraping the skin away from my gum to get to the tooth. I cant feel anything, but bleeding heck, the way they are pulling at the side of my mouth, it feels like they are going to give rip my mouth. Next is the pressure of them trying the prise the tooth out. Tears are rolling down my face. I have tools sticking out of my mouth that are wedged between my teeth, I feel like a cutlery drainer! I am heaving due to the amount of tools in my mouth, the nurse is telling me to keep my tongue relaxed. Yeah right, my tongue is the only thing helping me to control my heaving.
What seems like a lifetime of them trying to get the tooth out, the surgeon admits defeat.
Time for the drill!
Time to drill away at my jaw bone, yes my jawbone, to further loosen the tooth. This should be fun.
The surgeon starts drilling away at my jaw bone. Ouch, I can feel that, that really hurts! I motion them to stop. They top up the lidocaine, wait for it to kick in and away we go again.
After about 10 minutes of drilling, the surgeon resumes trying to prise the tooth out. It’s still not working, this tooth is not going to come out. He is really pulling at the side of my mouth. I know he has ripped it slightly, it is so painful.
The tooth is not coming out! And he knows it! I am getting distressed at this point. Me writing this I am thinking why was I making such a fuss. But at the time it was horrendous!!
The surgeon informs me that he needs his consultant to come in and have a look because the tooth is not budging.
At this point I am begging him to just rip it out, for all of it to be over!
The consultant comes in and introduced himself. He tops up my Lidocaine again and waits for it to kick in.
A nurse comes over to me and says I don’t have to go through with it and I can come back at a later date. I’m telling her that I am going through with it and I just want it over and done with.
The consultant then starts trying to get the tooth out. It’s not going to budge. I would tell him, but I have a lot of instruments in my mouth.
They give me a clamp to bite on in my mouth as my jaw is hurting so much, I just haven’t got the energy to keep my mouth open any more.
More drilling again.
Im praying, I will soon hear the crunch of my tooth, the sign that it is on its way out. It’s not happening though.
The consultants tells me that it’s literally just hanging on by a thread.
‘CUT THE DAMN THREAD THEN’ I’m screaming in my head.
More pulling, I’m still crying.
Just a bit more drilling he tells me. Surely I am not going to have any jaw bone by the end of this.
Then finally, I hear the crunch I have been waiting for. Tears of pain, become tears of relief.
They tweezer the individual pieces of tooth out one by one. The Lidocaine is wearing off but I don’t care. It is nearly over.
Next is the stitches. I can feel each stitch as it goes in, I can feel him closing the wound in my mouth. I’m starting to feel sick again with the pain. But I am being brave. It is nearly over.
They clean me up, apparently there was a lot of blood. Then they give me a freezing cold gauze to clamp down on to stop the bleeding.
I’m allowed to sit up and they go and get my Mum because I am crying. Mum comes in and start crying even more. I am dribbling like a mental patient because I cannot swallow.
I cannot remember properly what happened next. But my Mum tells me I was swearing a lot and wanting to go out for a cigarette even though they told me I shouldn’t
Next thing I remember, I was at home led on the sofa under the duvet with Mum and Cameron playing on the floor and Matt sat besides me.
Mum later told me that the surgeon had come out to see her half way through and told her there were complications and if they couldn’t get it out, they would have to put me under a general. What should have been a simple extraction turned out to be a full operation.
I am bruised and battered. I can not open my mouth as my jaw has locked. My mouth has split at the side and is all scabby. My throat is on fire, making it difficult to swallow and my face is swollen. I can not talk properly either and can not eat as cant open my mouth, let alone chew. Drinking hurts my throat. I have spent the last 28 hours in bed, asleep mainly. Leaving Matt to do everything. I have barely seen Cameron and I am missing him like crazy.
So there we go, that was my wisdom tooth hell. Luckily my top two are coming through relatively fine, so hopefully no more Wisdom Tooth Extractions for me.
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