It's been eight weeks, eleven trips into the office, two surgeries, 60 darvocet, 60 oxycodone, 362 advil, more than 20 days on antibiotics, over 300 fl oz of listerine, a worn out irrigator, many hours with a hot pad and so many sleepless hours that I can't believe it's finally over. My mouth is nearly completely healed from my wisdom teeth nightmare. I will never be back to see this man again for my own teeth, I sincerely hope!
He looks like a nice enough guy but I have cursed his name many times. The truth is I missed going to a formal "gala" because I didn't feel up to it and I was afraid he might be there and I might lose control and spit on him in front of everyone. Oooh, he is a sadistic person...poking and prodding at me where it hurt the most. People think pathologists are a strange bunch but they are much nicer than these oral surgeon types...at least autopsies are on dead people.
Some things I learned through all this: never assume that the complications happen only to other people; insist on getting a priesthood blessing anytime you feel like you need one; don't rely on your super-tough-guy-husband to be sympathetic or overly concerned; let yourself recover without feeling guilty that you are not functioning at 100%-I probably would have recovered more quickly had I listened to my body better and not tried to be so "tough"...
Here's to good health and really appreciating it. And also to preschool days that are not spent at the oral surgeon's office! Woohoo, I'm a liberated woman.