I’ve been home for a little over half an hour from my visit to the oral and maxillofacial surgeon. I got three wisdom teeth extracted (the other was extracted in 2001).
The procedure was done with only local anesthesia, so I was conscious and aware for the whole thing. There were a couple moments I wished I wasn’t, but that was fixed by adding more local anesthesia.
There were literally piece of teeth flying out of my mouth on occasion. The crackling and crunching noises were real eye-openers. What prompted the additional anesthesia was the agonizing feeling that resulted from pressure being put on my upper-left (from my perspective, not the OMS’s) wisdom tooth — something like the sensation of stepping barefoot on pavement on a bright sunny day, thinking the asphalt feels cool, then suddenly realizing it’s searing hot. Yeah, like the cold-feeling part, except much worse.
Pieces of tooth. Seriously. I think I swallowed a couple tooth chunks — once during the “procedure” and once while I was driving home — but most of my mouth is still numb so I sure couldn’t tell you with any certainty. I know I found a tooth fragment on the bib/napkin thing on my chest that they missed picking up. I found another one stuck to my lip when I got in the car and glanced in the rearview mirror to see if things were starting to swell yet (and to see whether my lips were all bloody).
I’m now sitting here in front of the computer, trying to figure out something that doesn’t require too much thought but will still occupy my time for a while, wearing a freezer-pack elastic sling thingy they gave me to apply cold to the side of my face. At one point, the OMS had some tool in my mouth and was kinda leaning into it to apply pressure to a wisdom tooth (at least, that’s what I imagine he must have been doing), and an errant thought crossed my mind: “All of medical science is still in the dark ages.” It was punctuated by a loud crunch. I’m just thankful the guy’s apparently good enough at his job that he didn’t slip and put a tool through the roof of my mouth.
At least, I don’t think he did. I guess I’ll know when the anesthetic wears off.