I went to the dentist today for my final visit. He filled my last few cavities and then extracted my wisdom tooth.
I remember saying this before, but what I don’t understand is why I treated it so cavalierly.
“Oh yeah, I’m going to get my wisdom tooth out Tuesday.”
Whoever I said it to would look at me with a horrified face and say “Oh, no! I’m so sorry!”
“Ahh, it’s no big deal,” I pshawed. “It’s not impacted. Just an extraction.”
Just. An. Extraction.
What was I thinking??? I’m in so much pain. Taking antibiotics and pain
killers. Second to the pain is the awfulness of this constant taste of
blood in my mouth.
I’m thankful that I can be here at my mommy’s house though so she can
take care of me. And my sweet husband and sisters and brother have been
taking care of my children. My kids have all comforted me with kisses
as well. So all in all it’s not as bad as it could be.
But, I plan on wallowing anyway as long as I feel I need to.
Can ya blame me?