(Just as a clarification on the title, I got my wisdom teeth out this morning and my face is just beginning to swell up. Just like the aforementioned chipmunk.)
Anyway, I've been up since about 5:45, my appointment was at 7:30, I was awake by 8:15 and home by 9:15. And resting somewhat comfortably ever since. I mean, my mouth hurts like none other, but otherwise...I'm okay.
And, it's probably from the anesthesia, but I feel really...hyper. If not physically, then mentally. I've been bouncing around the Internet all afternoon, commenting on YouTube videos, sending messages to people. I guess that since I'm being forced to be pretty much immobile (my post-op instructions say to not engage in any sort of physical activity that'll get my heart rate up...just in case my 'wounds' start bleeding again), I'm trying to find a way to communicate with other people (it also took about three hours for me to get full use of my mouth again, so talking to people wasn't exactly an option). Hence the longer-than-usual length of this particular entry. I just need stuff to do.
Side-but-totally-related-note: Say what you want about the health care in the U.S. and the health care workers in the U.S., but I had an AMAZING team take care of me this morning. I mean, getting your wisdom teeth--or any teeth--taken out isn't the worst surgery you can have, but it's still surgery, especially when they put you under like they did for me. I felt totally comfortable, hardly nervous at all. I've actually had two teeth removed before, when I was nine, because there are a lot of things wrong with my mouth, though it may not look like it on the outside...anyway, the same doctor that took my teeth out then did my procedure today. Really cool guy, very laid back, and he knows what he's doing. He treats you like you're a part of his family, like one of his own kids (which is kind of ironic, since his name and my mom's maiden name are the same...even has my grandfather's first name as well...but absolutely no relation, at least not any direct relation). His team was awesome, too. The nurse that brought me in made sue I was totally comfortable on the operating chair/bed. She wanted me to take my hair down out of my ponytail to avoid discomfort...but then she put it back up for me before I woke up :)
And, to top it all off, my oral surgeon called me a few hours afterward to ask me how I was doing. He didn't ask one of his secretaries to do it...he did it himself . On my cellphone.He asked me how I was feeling, if I'd been able to drink anything (because of the whole mouth numbness thing), and he told me to take it easy this weekend.
As I sit here with my face sandwiched between two ice bags, chewing on a few pieces of gauze, it really is nice to know that there are people--successful people--in the medical world that truly care about their patients.
P.S. On a totally unrelated note...apparently there are a lot of you viewing this from Russia. What?! That's crazy. In that case...Zdravstvuj! And spasibo! (I apologize if that is, in any way, incorrect...I just wanted to express my thanks :) )
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