The Box Co.

Wisdom Teeth

Well, they are gone.

And here we are. Less than 24 hours after they removed the teeth, and I am no longer in pain nor am I bleeding. I believe Andrew earns a point for a good call on that.

It was interesting. They got me in late. I was seen by several doctors, including a somewhat shifty nurse. I was nervous about her unexplained presence, so I wrote her description down so people could avenge me (I insist on swift vengeance if I am murdered).

Anyway, I joked around with the surgeon, nurse, and anaesthetist before they put me under. Right before I passed out, I saluted them and said, “See you on the other side.”

I woke up in what felt like an instant. Which was pleasant, because there wasn’t any waking up in the middle of the procedure. During my “eye teeth” (or I-teeth?) removal, I woke up during the procedure. Very awkward to feel people cramming their fists into your mouth.

None of that this time.

I woke up. My mother came in to the recovery room. I was chatting it up with her and joking with the nurse. The nurse said she was expecting a cute little child with the name Jordan. I asked her if she didn’t think I was cute. She told me I was. We were hitting it off very well. She says most women cry after anaesthetic, while most men are obnoxious, but she said I was a perfect patient (I made her laugh a lot). She was fairly young too. Likely could have gotten her number had I wanted it. Don’t worry though Katie (if you’re reading this). I’m a one woman man (and you are that one woman).*

Anyway, yeah. I’ve eaten pudding, chicken, and Carnation Instant Breakfast since the procedure. Doing pretty well. It doesn’t even feel like anything happened. And I’ve only had 7ml of liquid codeine (because I cannot swallow pills). I’ve iced the area to reduce swelling, but I’ll likely still bruise. Oh well. I can deal.

*I’m sure many of you read that sentence and thought “Jordan, I doubt you were that charming.” And you’re probably 100% correct. I was heavily drugged up, and I felt like I was drunk without any of the nausea or anything of that nature. So, I had perceived charm. It probably didn’t exist.

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