So a week ago I finally got my tooth pulled, which you may or may not have gathered from the title of this post. The good news is the worst is behind me; the bad news is I now have a tooth in my purse and I'm not sure what to do with it.
I called the orthodontist to ask about this whole ordeal and they told me they'd prefer if I had it done before my next appointment, which was a week from the day I was calling. After a ton of back and forth I finally set the appointment with my dentist for Friday, October 7th. I stayed relatively calm about my impending doom until Thursday after work when I started crying during my drive home. Binge-watching The Office did help a little (and I finally finished season 2!) but mostly I wallowed in self pity the whole night.
My siblings were very nice to me that week; I managed to bother them 100 times about what I worried might happen after googling tooth extractions. The weird part is I had done this all before! I knew what to expect. All my Google search did was remind me that sometimes you can get what's called a...dry socket aka your mouth doesn't heal right and hurts for a few days extra. Overall not a big deal, yet somehow the words dry socket send shivers down my spine.
ICK. Just a heads up, I did not get...that. I'm almost 100% better, minus the fact that you can still tell where my tooth used to be.
Anyway, back to last Friday. I forced myself to eat breakfast and drove 45 minutes to my dentist (which is close to work; I don't just have a far away dentist). The majority of the appointment was me sweating and waiting for the numbness to kick in. I think they gave me like 4 shots but I only felt the first so I'm not actually sure.
Getting the tooth pulled was mostly painless and took probably 10 minutes or less. I didn't feel too scared, even though my body certainly did. I was shaking all over and also crying but on the inside I just kind of accepted it. This time was different since I know my teeth are going to be straight because of it. I actually didn't know when the tooth was out until my dentist told me.
They bleached my tooth and let me see it and asked if I wanted it. I told them it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen but I'd take it anyway. So now it sits in a case in my purse; God only knows what I will end up doing with it.
An hour or so later Adam picked me up and brought me to his place. He gave me Tylenol and yogurt throughout the day, which I mostly didn't eat to be honest. I slept a lot and watched many hours of Unlikely Animal Friends, which is adorable but now I kind of hate it forever. It was a pretty miserable day, I'm not gonna lie. I wanted so badly to just sleep through it, but instead I drooled in my own hair a lot and had a grumpy face all day.
Overall the entire weekend was pretty awful. I could only really eat liquid foods, and I hate soup! It sucked because I wasn't sick, so I still wanted all the foods I would normally want; it was just too painful to eat them for a few days. I literally lost two pounds over the weekend since one of my main courses ended up being purple Gatorade.
As the week has progressed I have felt better and better until I finally felt normal again. Eating is still a little tricky but I'm getting used to it. I also starting wearing my 4th set of trays today! The differences in my teeth are very subtle; you can't even see any difference on the top yet. I can't quite explain what it is, but I can tell they're different. They come together differently, and something about them just looks healthier. It's pretty awesome.
These are the first trays that are really starting to move my teeth, and soon I feel like people will be able to tell. For now, I will quietly enjoy the progress I've already made.
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| ps I'm excited to be writing this from my NEW DESK! |
Recommended Listening: Last Train - Dawn Golden
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