I'm so glad I never have to do that again. Seriously...NEVER again is WAY too soon for me.
The actual procedure wasn't that bad, that all went fine and it wasn't as scary as I thought. I got a little freaked out when they tried to do the IV for the anesthesia because they couldn't get my veins to pop up, but they finally figured it out and it really didn't hurt that bad. A little burning, but then they put the gas on my face and I was out. I wasn't in pain when I woke up but once that numbing wore off, HOLY CRAP. Ouch. I'm glad I had Vicodin, that's for sure. I really don't remember much about my recovery time other than it hurting. A lot. And throwing up from taking too much Vicodin one particularly bad and painful night. Night time was always the worst. I woke up every night between 4-6am wanting to rip my jaw off because it hurt so bad.
Haha - side note - my little friend Megan texted me Thursday (the day after) to see how I was doing, and even in my incoherent, drugged up state of mind, I told her "Gouging my eye balls out of my eye sockets with a dull fork would feel a million times better than this" to which she replied "omg, seriously? I am so sorry. But please don't do that. Your eyes didn't do anything wrong." I don't know why...but that whole thing makes me laugh my face off.
And then...I ended up getting dry socket, which didn't help matters at all. Seriously, I wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy. If I had a worst enemy, which I don't, but you get the point. It was terrible. Worst pain I think I've ever felt in my life. Sharp, shooting pains from your jaw to your ear, up the side of your face. Not to mention the worst throbbing sensation in the socket. It really felt like something was coming out of it. Like bone fragments or blood or an alien or something. I don't even know. I can't describe to you how painful it was. After 5 days you have to use this syringe thing to flush the sockets out with water, and when I did that, within 2 minutes I was - no joke - on the ground crying because it hurt so bad. I took 2 Vicodin, 3 ibuprofen, and 2 sleeping pills that night...and that barely took the edge off enough for me to sleep. (PS, I don't recommend that... I am pretty sure that is close to an overdose.)
I wish that I would have called them sooner to tell them I was having so much pain though. Because they said that if you are going to get dry socket, you get it within the first 24 hours. Which explains a lot of the horrible pains that woke me up in the middle of the night and how badly it hurt if I went at all passed the time when I was supposed to take my meds again. I could have avoided myself so much pain... They said I must have a really high pain tolerance if I lasted as long as I did (because I didn't call them til the Tuesday after...6 whole days of unnecessary pain and torture!!) and I said no, I just thought I was being a baby and it was supposed to hurt this much!
I had to go back to the oral surgeon 3 times to have a medicated gauze stuck into the socket. Which sounds totally gross, and really it is, because it's this gross brown color and it's all goopy and it tastes like what I imagine death would taste like, but holy cow. It is amazing because within 5 minutes, I was pain free. Yeah it hurt like a beast when they put it in, but after that...ahhh, no more pain. And now, 2 weeks later, it is doing much better and I am finally in the healing stage. Woot!
Husband was so great about taking care of me. Even when I was slightly loopy and crazy from all the drugs... haha. What a trooper he was. He's told me stories and I wish he would have videotaped it because it sounds hilarious! He even got me this funny card with a cow on the front that made me laugh way more than it should have when I was in my drugged up state. For real though - he should get an award, because I had no idea this whole thing was going to knock me down as much as it did - and for as long as it did - and he did everything I needed and asked for without one complaint. He cooked, cleaned, and was always asking if there was anything I needed or if he could do anything for me, and took care of everything else around the house. And he kissed me when I had cracked lips and dried blood on my face and looked totally horrible after surgery. What a good hubby he is :)
Haha - side note - my little friend Megan texted me Thursday (the day after) to see how I was doing, and even in my incoherent, drugged up state of mind, I told her "Gouging my eye balls out of my eye sockets with a dull fork would feel a million times better than this" to which she replied "omg, seriously? I am so sorry. But please don't do that. Your eyes didn't do anything wrong." I don't know why...but that whole thing makes me laugh my face off.
And then...I ended up getting dry socket, which didn't help matters at all. Seriously, I wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy. If I had a worst enemy, which I don't, but you get the point. It was terrible. Worst pain I think I've ever felt in my life. Sharp, shooting pains from your jaw to your ear, up the side of your face. Not to mention the worst throbbing sensation in the socket. It really felt like something was coming out of it. Like bone fragments or blood or an alien or something. I don't even know. I can't describe to you how painful it was. After 5 days you have to use this syringe thing to flush the sockets out with water, and when I did that, within 2 minutes I was - no joke - on the ground crying because it hurt so bad. I took 2 Vicodin, 3 ibuprofen, and 2 sleeping pills that night...and that barely took the edge off enough for me to sleep. (PS, I don't recommend that... I am pretty sure that is close to an overdose.)
I wish that I would have called them sooner to tell them I was having so much pain though. Because they said that if you are going to get dry socket, you get it within the first 24 hours. Which explains a lot of the horrible pains that woke me up in the middle of the night and how badly it hurt if I went at all passed the time when I was supposed to take my meds again. I could have avoided myself so much pain... They said I must have a really high pain tolerance if I lasted as long as I did (because I didn't call them til the Tuesday after...6 whole days of unnecessary pain and torture!!) and I said no, I just thought I was being a baby and it was supposed to hurt this much!
I had to go back to the oral surgeon 3 times to have a medicated gauze stuck into the socket. Which sounds totally gross, and really it is, because it's this gross brown color and it's all goopy and it tastes like what I imagine death would taste like, but holy cow. It is amazing because within 5 minutes, I was pain free. Yeah it hurt like a beast when they put it in, but after that...ahhh, no more pain. And now, 2 weeks later, it is doing much better and I am finally in the healing stage. Woot!
Husband was so great about taking care of me. Even when I was slightly loopy and crazy from all the drugs... haha. What a trooper he was. He's told me stories and I wish he would have videotaped it because it sounds hilarious! He even got me this funny card with a cow on the front that made me laugh way more than it should have when I was in my drugged up state. For real though - he should get an award, because I had no idea this whole thing was going to knock me down as much as it did - and for as long as it did - and he did everything I needed and asked for without one complaint. He cooked, cleaned, and was always asking if there was anything I needed or if he could do anything for me, and took care of everything else around the house. And he kissed me when I had cracked lips and dried blood on my face and looked totally horrible after surgery. What a good hubby he is :)
That's pretty much all that is new with me... the past 2 weeks have been pretty much focused around my mouth. What I can and can't eat. Popping pills around the clock. Constantly rinsing, flushing, and brushing. Chewing like a rabbit with only my front teeth because I'm paranoid about getting anything stuck in the holes and risking another round of dry socket. AHH.
What else is going on? Oh. Yes. How could I forget? The animal hospital that I work at will be celebrating it's 20th anniversary in March and I was volunteered to be on the committee for the big open house we will be having. I was also volunteered to be the head of the food committee for said open house. Which means I am responsible for planning enough food for 300-500 people. Yeah. What makes them think I am capable of said task is beyond me... but I guess I better make it happen. I think it's going to be a Jesus feeds the 5000 type thing because I am so sure I will not have enough food!
So if any of you, my loyal readers, will be in the Montgomery area on Sunday, March 18th...feel free to stop in for our overly Irish-themed St. Patrick's Day 20th Anniversary Open House. We will have a photobooth, kids games, green cotton candy, food (well, maybe!), prizes, a treasure hunt for the kids, Irish music, a chance to win an iPad, and every St. Patty's Day decoration you can think of. It's going to be over the top. Insane. And maybe, just maybe...a little bit awesome.
And please don't laugh when there is only enough food for 12 people and everyone is dressed up like creepy leprechauns...because yes. That is happening. Ahhhh.
Alright well that is all... time for this girl to hit the sack.
Goodnight!
Heres a gold star for you!!! (if only I knew how to really put one on here!) So sorry you had to go thru all that & so thankful you're on the mend! :) As bad as it was for you--it made for a great,hilarious post!!!! Thanks for the laughs.
ReplyDeleteThe open-house sounds "fun"!! Who thought to put YOU on the food committee?????!!!! If you need/want any help or ideas,let me know.:)
Love,mom