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I didn’t even know that they let people be wide awake during this kind of procedure.

I took some valium 45 minutes before my appointment, but it didn’t seem to do much, but make me feel kinda loose and talkative beforehand. Not for very long, though. I think my nervousness bested the drugs in my system. The doctor said I seemed loopy, but shannon and I assured her that this was just my regular behavior.

I had my cleaning and sealants done first, after a thorough round of numbing shots to the jaw. After the cleaning, the dentist prodded around to make sure I couldn’t feel anything.

And another round of shots to the jaw, because apparently I was metabolizing the numbing stuff way too fast. There were a few more rounds of shots to the jaw in between pulling teeth. That might be why the roof of my mouth was so sore.

The first tooth came out pretty easy. A lot of wiggling with the lifters, then more wiggling with the forceps. Then a lot of pressure. Then out came the tooth.

The nurse kept getting overzealous with the rinsing and it’d shoot out of my mouth and all over me and the dentist.

There was a lot of giggling, some joke telling, and Shannon and I were taking pictures with our phones the whole time.

The next tooth was a wacky one. Again with the wiggling, only this time, when she went to yank with the forceps, the tooth made this awful CRACK! sound. If you’ve ever heard a bone snap in half inside your head, it was that. Awful. I looked over at Shannon, who looked horrified. It was awfully gross.

None of it really hurt though.

There was plenty of pressure. A lot. When she was pulling the teeth out of my bottom jaw I was concerned that my jaw might break. So much pressure. She gave me something rubbery and bad tasting to bite down on to minimize this risk.

Tooth number three was a lot like the second. A similar cracking sound. I find that the teeth from the upper jaw were a lot less traumatic to pull than the lower jaw.

And the last tooth.

Then I had to get up and stumble to the X-ray chair to make sure they had gotten all of the roots. Apparently they had not.

So it was back to the dental chair, more wiggling. A bit of drilling. More wiggling.

Trying to keep my head still.

Then finally! Done!

They folded up the gauze and stuffed it into my cheeks. You’re supposed to bite down on it for an hour unless you keep bleeding. I don’t really have problems with bleeding, so after the hour was up I was fine.

Sore, but fine.

We got my amoxicillin and vicodin from walgreens, and I took them in the car. By the time I got home, I was already half awake. I passed out on the couch until 1am or so. I went to take another vicodin, but having not eaten anything since 9am, it made me nauseous and I threw up into the trashcan that my sweety lovingly placed in front of me.

If you’ve ever gotten throw up into open wounds, it is definitely not pleasant.

I had a little bit of black bean mush to try and settle my stomach, and then I was out again until 9am.

When I got up a little while ago, I didn’t really feel like a needed the vicodin, which was nice.

I’m still a little bit sore, but as long as I hold still, I’m completely fine. It hasn’t even been 24 hours!!

I’m about to attempt the first teeth brushing since yesterday morning. Wish me luck.