Well...for those of you who don't know yet. I had to have Emergency Oral Surgery on Thursday.
I HATE...H...A....T...E going to the dentist. I love the clean feeling but everything else I just hate hate hate!
So my dentist is very kind and gentle and I think she knew that I was going to have a hard time with this.
She sent me straight away to oral surgery. I was kind of happy about this. I would get put under and not have a care in the world...maybe even get some much needed sleep since this tooth hurt me so bad it was hard sleeping. So I worked a couple hours in the morning and then met my Grandma Joan at Oral Surgery.
After the xray I was taken to the procedure room. The girl prepped me for surgery and then started to try and find a vein for the IV. Well after banding and patting my arms, she finally a spot. BUT NOPE IT DIDN"T WORK!!! As she was getting ready to try again, the Doc comes in and does the consultation. I don't need to have my wisdom teeth out. It's just my 2nd molar. SO my luck, I don't get to be put under. Instead I had to endure him ripping the tooth out of my mouth fully awake and then digging to find the root by my wisdom tooth. OH MY GOODNESS! It was not fun. NOT FUN!!!
To make a long story short, this is my after picture....the next day after my procedure. I'm sure you can tell that it's a LITTLE POOFY and I'm starting a bruise by the chin/cheek line. I know you can't tell but I'm actually smiling....my cheek didn't budge. :(