Tuesday started like most Tuesday’s. I woke up, showered, got in the car, drove to Fremantle. But wait, I don’t work in Fremantle! That is because I had a dreaded appointment I’d been preparing myself for for two months. Two months of avoidance and denial.
Two months to prepare myself for something I knew was coming but I really didn’t want to hear. Two months of a niggling voice reminding me what was imminent, but I just didn’t want to accept. Two months wait to see an oral surgeon to plan the date of my wisdom teeth removal.
Some of you may be rolling your eyes thinking I’m being very dramatic right now, but I’m sure many of you will agree my stress, ignorance and avoidance was warranted. I hate the dentist!!!!!!!!! I’ve never been a fan of people poking and prodding me. And that drill…. Ugh. But when I felt intense pain in my wisdom tooth way back in July and ended up bed ridden I knew the time had come.
The surgery is scheduled for the end of October, and being the scaredy cat I am I’ve opted to be knocked out while they remove the problematic chompers. Four problematic chompers to be exact. I must be very wise. Although I’m pretty terrified of being sedated, I’m more afraid of the recovery. I have a few lovely friends who have described the horrors of recuperating post op. Bruising, chipmunk swelling, lock jaw, mouth spasms. I’ve heard it all. Some have said they needed weeks off work (!!!), others said they were back to work in a few days. One crazy lady had her tooth taken out in the chair, awake, and was back to work the following morning. Mum told me her tale of requiring a week plus at home after an anaesthesia reaction. Gulp. I’m praying I’ll be so doped up I don’t remember a thing – especially the pain.
Thankfully my lovely E has already booked time off work to nurse me back to health. I think she was excited to play carer and purée my food for me… Mmmm. But the main issue I’m paranoid about is not being able to smoke. Non-smokers won’t be able to comment on this but those who do (sadly) smoke like I do, how would you handle this? Should I get a patch? My surgeon kindly suggested it’d be the perfect opportunity for me to quit but even the idea of someone cutting into my jaw makes me crave nicotine to “calm” my nerves. I’ve been asked to cut my daily cigarette intake by thirds whilst recovering. Gulp. Watch this space.
Here is where I need your advice my fabulous readers. Tell me everything you know/remember about having your wisdom teeth removed. Any recipe ideas you’d recommend that taste okay once puréed? Calm my nerves!