ok, so a couple of weeks ago i feel this sharp ass pain in the way back of my mouth. It bothers the hell out of me whenever i touch it, and if i hit it with the tooth brush i would punch the shit out of everything around me. I looked in my mouth eventually and realized it was a fucking tooth that has came 1/3rd through my fucking gums, which looked disgusting. So around this time coincidentally i am also getting my braces off. Wisdom teeth can really fuck up your teeth when they come in so i made the dicision to get them removed at quickly as possible.
After a couple weeks of procrastinating the pain left completely but i knew i needed them out so i finally got a hold of an "oral surgeon". I went in and got xrays and he informs me and makes me sign a waiver cause one of my teeth are in a nerve in my jaw that might make is so i cant feel my lip or chin for the rest of my life but the chances are slim. Well this scares me a little but i set the date a week later and decide to go with the demerol injection. He gives me prescriptions in advance
ercocets, amoxycillin, and some mouth wash to get rid of bacteria.
Friday, the day of my doom, i arrive at 10 in the morning and am decently paranoid. I am a very logical person so i did not know why i was afraid, but still i was no where near backing away from this. They took me in and gave me a shot, which by the way felt good and then the good increased more and more. Then they gave me novicane shots, usually they hurt but apparently not when your pumped up full of narcotics. So the guy gets started, I am in an awesome mood during this endeavor and occasionally laugh when i see his hands covered in blood because i wasnt feeling shit and i found it funny. When he was done i got my ride to pick me up and i went home and took a perc (7.5 mg). This was a bad idea because you are not supposed to eat these on an empty stomach, but my mouth was in no condition for use so i had no choice. Well the instructions say 1 every 3 hours, i was takin 1 every 2 hours and i racked up 3 total in my system. My gf came over and babied me for quite a bit and i was fucked up and she was just makin me feel good. When she left i started getting sick, it sucked cause whenever i walked around i would get sick. I had to lay down all the time, but i didnt like that. I wound up walkin around and then threw up the only thing i had in my stomach, 4 spoonfulls of soup my stepmom made for me. It was the best tasting vomit i have ever had. I then fell asleep and woke up to my stomach still in pain so i had the idea to get pepto bismol. Well the walk to the kitchen to get it did me in and i ran back to my room and spewed what i didnt have in my stomach into a bucket in my room. Now when i throw up it messes up the clotting in my stitches in my mouth and i spit out a lot of blood afterwards. So i continue to dry heave for about 10 of the most excrutiating minutes of pain ive ever had (im prolly exagerrating). The end result being: http://www.arbortreeland.com/stuff/sicly%20002.jpg
now after having the most painkiller induced weekend ive ever had im striving to keep my eyes open from lack of sleep and excess cns depressants. I wanted to share this with you people and maybe youll learn from my mistakes
After a couple weeks of procrastinating the pain left completely but i knew i needed them out so i finally got a hold of an "oral surgeon". I went in and got xrays and he informs me and makes me sign a waiver cause one of my teeth are in a nerve in my jaw that might make is so i cant feel my lip or chin for the rest of my life but the chances are slim. Well this scares me a little but i set the date a week later and decide to go with the demerol injection. He gives me prescriptions in advance
ercocets, amoxycillin, and some mouth wash to get rid of bacteria. Friday, the day of my doom, i arrive at 10 in the morning and am decently paranoid. I am a very logical person so i did not know why i was afraid, but still i was no where near backing away from this. They took me in and gave me a shot, which by the way felt good and then the good increased more and more. Then they gave me novicane shots, usually they hurt but apparently not when your pumped up full of narcotics. So the guy gets started, I am in an awesome mood during this endeavor and occasionally laugh when i see his hands covered in blood because i wasnt feeling shit and i found it funny. When he was done i got my ride to pick me up and i went home and took a perc (7.5 mg). This was a bad idea because you are not supposed to eat these on an empty stomach, but my mouth was in no condition for use so i had no choice. Well the instructions say 1 every 3 hours, i was takin 1 every 2 hours and i racked up 3 total in my system. My gf came over and babied me for quite a bit and i was fucked up and she was just makin me feel good. When she left i started getting sick, it sucked cause whenever i walked around i would get sick. I had to lay down all the time, but i didnt like that. I wound up walkin around and then threw up the only thing i had in my stomach, 4 spoonfulls of soup my stepmom made for me. It was the best tasting vomit i have ever had. I then fell asleep and woke up to my stomach still in pain so i had the idea to get pepto bismol. Well the walk to the kitchen to get it did me in and i ran back to my room and spewed what i didnt have in my stomach into a bucket in my room. Now when i throw up it messes up the clotting in my stitches in my mouth and i spit out a lot of blood afterwards. So i continue to dry heave for about 10 of the most excrutiating minutes of pain ive ever had (im prolly exagerrating). The end result being: http://www.arbortreeland.com/stuff/sicly%20002.jpg
now after having the most painkiller induced weekend ive ever had im striving to keep my eyes open from lack of sleep and excess cns depressants. I wanted to share this with you people and maybe youll learn from my mistakes
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