My Four Wisdom Teeth Story

Good Bye Third Molars!

Friday afternoon I went into the maxillofacial surgeon's office to have my wisdom teeth removed. I waited 45 minutes before they gave me the anaesthesia intravenously. The doctor told me I was going to feel dizzy and just to relax. First my arm went numb, then I felt strange all over. I started breathing really fast. I kept telling myself to relax and to breathe slowly (I even said a quick prayer asking for help to calm down). I was still breathing really fast and even starting to cry when the nurse asked me to move from the dentist chair to a wheelchair. I felt weak and could hardly open my eyes. My hands were stiff and it was hard to bend my arms and fingers.

Next thing I remember is sitting in a recliner with a blanket over me and Court telling me "It's okay, take deep breaths." I was hyperventillating and tears were rolling down my cheeks. No doubt black streaks of make-up covered my face. The nurse came back in and I was still crying out of control. I don't know why I was crying, all I knew was I couldn't stop. Thoughts started racing through my head. "Oh no! They weren't able to get it done. Oh no! I'm going to have to come back." Desparetly I turned to the nurse, "Were you able to get them out? Is this normal?"

She reponded along the lines, "Yes, they are all out and some people do cry, take deep breaths, you're okay, try not to breathe so fast." But I couldn't. The harder I tried to calm down the worse it got. After an hour or so, when my arms and face weren't numb I calmed down. Later Court told me that when the nurse went to get her to bring her back to me the nurse stated, "Tahsha's a little emotional. Was she upset about something before she came in?" Court just told the nurse that it had been a hard week for me. "Indeed! Hope ya know, I've hard a hard time!"

My wonderful roommates made me comfortable in our living room with a big feather blanket and pillow, ice packs, medication, gauze and some pudding and yogurt (to take with the medication). There I stayed all night dozing in and out of Pirates I , the Notebook, and finally Count of Monte Cristo. Then I moved to my bed where I slept for another 8 hours straight.

The day after, (today) I'm still swollen. As a matter of fact, this is what I feel I look like.

A chipmunk with huge cheeks.

That's my four wisdom teeth story and my reaction to anaesthesia-uncontrollable sobbing. I'm grateful that was the last time I'll ever need to get my wisdom teeth out!