May 19, 2013 by Katia
For the last few days I looked more or less like this.
One of my wisdom teeth was removed, or as the professionals like to call it, extracted. Which makes it sound more Nazi. Goodbye #48. I don’t think either of us knew how much I appreciated you. It just ain’t the same without you.
For reasons unbeknownst to me, I assumed that the extraction was going to be no biggie and planned for a jam packed weekend, until my right cheek started resembling a biggie parachute.
Oh, and this happened to, right before the surgery.
The dental surgeon warned me before my surgery that I might die from general anaesthesia, proving that honesty is not always the best policy
— Katia DBE (@KatiaDBE) May 16, 2013
But before preparing me for my death and potential nerve damage the Dental Surgeon decided to REALLY scare me and gave me a medical pop quiz. I don’t remember what the last question was but the correct answer is Strep Throat. Remember that in case you get quizzed on your death bed, St-rep Th-roat. I got that one right because I pulled my head out of my ass and realized I was being pop quizzed, but the two other questions caught me off guard. Still consumed in thoughts of my own mortality and the fragility of life and teeth, I didn’t notice how the lecture about what was going to happen to me suddenly turned interactive and didn’t realize I was being asked questions until the Dental Surgeon started stretching the last syllables to allow room for me to jump in with “bacteria!” and “acidity!” (remember these two as well, but not “uhmmm-excu-cidity!”).
My inability to answer all but one question was generated not only by the mentioned lack of expectation of a quiz but also by complete medical ignorance. This looming surgery in addition to everything else was now also a reminder of stuff that I suck at and a blow to my ego, which is why I was happy to notice that 37 Year Old who accompanied me and is a far more advanced consumer of science AND didn’t have to deal with the whole death thing was just as mumbley and taken aback as I was.
I am happy to report that I made it. There was no white tunnel, but the brush with death has taken its toll.
This week my kids looked like this.
And like this:
And I let them entertain themselves like that:
The bottom line is that there is no bottom line, morale or point to this post. Except for ouchy.
Have a happy, pain free, natural sized cheek Monday, everyone!
Did you get your wisdom teeth removed?