tooth? what tooth?

okay, so maybe i was really just overreacting when i was so nervous to get my wisdom tooth out. once again let me remind you it was only a TOOTH, not "teeth" -- i only had one, it was on top, and it was already halfway out of my gum so when i walked in the oral surgeon said this should be a piece of cake.

except that the worst part was the three shots of novocaine they shot up into my brain via the roof of my mouth...ouch. my eyes teared up a little then and i think the surgeon thought he was dealing with a crazy nervous patient (probably because i had also told him "i'm a little nervous" with a freaked-out little giggle) so from then on he didn't really tell me what was going on.

after some other guy explained what to do when i went home, they laid me back in the chair to "test the area." my mouth was numb at this point and they had me bite on a bite block, turn my head, etc. while it felt like they just poked around and tapped some of my back teeth. then they sat me up and said i was good to go! WHAT??!? i had felt no yank, no blood in my mouth, no cutting, nothing at all. i was biting down on a piece of gauze but convinced the tooth was still in my mouth -- i had been in that chair, start to finish, no longer than 20 minutes. um...yeah. i'm glad i did't pay $500 more to get put to sleep for five seconds.

i haven't had very much pain (no vicodin even -- my 800 mg motrins are doing just fine on their own) and the only time i believed it had really been done was when i came home to eat dinner and pulled out a nasty bloody chunk of gauze. i considered taking a picture of it but decided to spare my blog readers the horror :)

so basically...this was no big deal. i'm eating mushy foods and just hanging out today, short one little tooth that i don't even miss.

piece. of. cake.