Wisdom Teeth are SO Not My Friends Anymore.

Remember that last post, how I bravely declared that “they can take my wisdom teeth, but they can’t take my spirit?”


Lies—my spirit is completely crushed.

Just for the record, I think getting one’s wisdom teeth removed is a very bad idea—especially if there is nothing wrong with them in the first place.  I mean, so what if my teeth were getting crowded and growing crooked?  I could’ve moved to England and fit right in.

As it is, they’re gone—out of my mouth—never to return.  I’m not in horrible pain so much as utter discomfort.  I can’t open my mouth wider than one finger; my breath is atrocious; I’m too scared to wash my face for fear of dislodging the CLOTS (nastiest word of my life), so now I’m breaking out like a teenager; and I smell like an old man.

{Which I can’t figure out, really—I mean, sure, I’m disgusting right now, but I’m not sweaty!  I’m not working out!  Why the BO?  Why do I smell like an old man?  Is it because all I do is lay in bed, and that’s what old men do?  So now I’m becoming an old man?  I took a bath yesterday (I hate baths) and scrubbed those geriatric armpits with all my might (which isn’t really saying much, considering how weak I am right now), and it worked for a while, but today—return of the old man stench.}

Anyway, yeah.  It’s pretty gross around here right now.

Oh, what?  You don’t believe me?  Heh.

Sick NastI’m not kidding.

Poor Kyle thinks it’s grand fun, though—he wishes I’d get teeth pulled every Friday, so he could have long weekends all year ’round!

Trust me, though: It’s no walk in the park.

So far, I have consumed:

-5 cups apple sauce
-2 cups soup
-1 wheat cracker (dissolved in 2nd cup of soup)
-1 cup mashed potatoes/gravy
-1 glass apple juice
-1 sugar-free fudgecicle (removed from stick and eaten by spoon out of a bowl, which is no way to eat a fudgecicle, if you ask me)
-lots of water

That is my total food intake, swallowed whole, as of Thursday at 7:30 p.m.  For three days’ worth of consumption, I don’t think it’s a very healthy sum of calories, but I can’t even fathom eating any more, or anything different.  All you folks who were eating burgers and fries the day you got your wisdom teeth removed—you’re either lying, or I’m a big wuss.  It’s Sunday, and I’m already dreading school on Tuesday.  How do people get this procedure done and get right back to work?

So far, the worst part of my ordeal was last night (End of Day 2), when I knew I had to eat to take my medicine, but I had no appetite whatsoever.  I forced myself to eat a cup of applesauce with my pill, but when I rinsed with salt water afterward, I very nearly threw it all up.  I was so nauseated last night that I started to cry, because 1) I hate throwing up,  2) I didn’t think I’d be able to open my mouth wide enough for the vomit to come out, and 3) I just knew that throwing up would give me dry socket [and dry socket gives me nightmares].

Thankfully, the Good Lord saw fit to answer my prayers, and I did not throw up.

But seriously, the salt water rinses are nasty.  I gag every time.

I’ve attempted brushing my teeth twice now, and both times have been pretty much fruitless.  I am too timid to venture back very far to the teeth that are closest to my wounds, which are the most important areas to keep clean.  Hopefully tomorrow will be better—who’d’ve thought I’d ever be complaining about not being able to brush my teeth?

But then, isn’t that how it always goes?  “Don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.”

Anyway, maybe someday I’ll be able to overcome the discomfort and write about something other than how miserable my wisdom teeth have made me, but…for now…

…it’s all I’ve got.

p.s.  A huge thank you to everyone who sent uplifting thoughts, comments, and prayers my way this weekend!  They’ve helped—if nothing else, they remind me that lots of you have gone through this before, and I can survive.  RatalieNose sent out a call for prayers, and my friend Christal even brought me treats and a magazine to help buoy my spirits.  You guys are the best.

About Camille

I’m Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello.

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21 Responses to Wisdom Teeth are SO Not My Friends Anymore.

  1. Oh you POOR POOR THING!!!! I wish I could come to your sickbed and baby you! (I do love to baby people.)
    Your diet sounds horrible and the old man smell positively atrocious!
    But just think, it can only go uphill from here…right?

  2. Marion Naylor says:

    Camille, it can only get better! A few more days…..wish I was closer to your house so I could fix you some decent chicken soup, or even wonton. Or some beef tea…never heard of it? very nutritious. Or make some beef stew with potatoes, onions and carrots and puree it!
    Slightly, just so it isn’t chewable.

  3. Niki says:

    You poor dear. This really sounds miserable. I have some good news coming your way. Hopefully it cheers you up.

    Oh, and for those people who could go right back to work or could eat solids away didn’t have to have much digging in their mouth. It sounds like your teath were impacted. The only way to get out easy of an operation like this is to have all wisdom teeth erupted. That means no digging. Basically just pulling.

    If it makes you feel any better, my sister got dry sockets on top AND bottom. Dry sockets on top is nearly unheard of. It could always be worse, my friend.

    Hang in there! I have some Tylenol with kodine left over from when I got mine out. I could ship it to you if you want:)

  4. Holly Decker says:

    seriously sucks.
    i hate not being able to eat what i want… and being restricted to such non-filling foods.
    i feel for you, i really do.
    i think the entire process is horrific and lame.
    i hope you are back to normal soon.
    and i am thankful that you are blogging dispite all your unhappiness.

  5. Tisha says:

    DON’T BRUSH YOUR TEETH!!! My sister just spent the night at the ER with her friend who brushed her teeth 2 days after getting her wisdom teeth out and now she is SERIOUS trouble, like possible orthodontic surgery trouble! I hope you feel better soon. If you need anthing, call me!!

  6. Aubrey says:

    Camille – I had my wisdom teeth out last year and it was the worst experience. I was on valium and felt like I was living in a drug induced haze for a week – well I was. I didn’t come out of the haze for a week. It was all I could do to get out of bed, lay back down on the couch and turn the TV on for my two year old. I totally sympathize with what your going through and hope for a speedy recovery…

  7. Jami says:

    everyones wisdom teeth expirence is different, b/c some are worse than others. Mine were a straight pull, so therefore, it wasn’t that painful afterwards. You aren’t a wuss…I have met you before.
    also, at least you will lose some more weight.

  8. anna says:

    I got my wisdom teeth out on Friday morning and went out that night because I thought I was okay… and almost passed out. Instead I laid down on the black asphalt at a car dealership. So take it easy. I did eat a burrito at Taco Bell the following Monday, but everyone is different.

  9. I’m sorry you’re suffering and smelly… but atleast that first photo of you is AWESOME.

  10. jethro says:

    Beef tea? I’ve never heard of it. Though she does do a pretty good wonton soup.
    Camille, can you do me a HUGE favour? I’ve been blathering on, on my blog, about Q+A WITH GRANNY, but thus far, no one has come forth with a Q. I would love it if you could get the ball rolling. Surely there’s something you wonder about the fam past, slash old coot.
    Please hep me, girl.

  11. jethro says:

    I was very touched by all the support you’ve gotten from your readers. Sharing these yechy times of being surgeried, (cool word, btw, touche), has really brought out some lovely kind concern. Now THAT’S a good blog.

  12. Katie says:

    I’m so sorry! Wisdom teeth are the worst! I lived on Wendy’s frostees. Those provide PLENTY of calories, don’t you worry. Hope you feel better soon!

  13. HeatherPride says:

    Yeah, it’s no picnic for sure. It probably took more than a week for me to be able to open my mouth wide enough to fit anything worth while in there. In the mean time I ate very, very processed chicken salad. It was…..good?

    Feel better fast, Camille.

  14. DeAnna says:

    Oh the joys of having ones wisdom teeth out. *sarcasm Good idea take half a Gravol with your pain meds…if they are T3s they are more than likely going to make you feel like heaving every time you take them. Hope you feel better quick!

  15. niki says:

    oh camille, you are sweet to think that the good news was my blarog sale. in fact, it is not. my good news is coming to you via email. i thought for sure your email address was posted somewhere on this blog of yours, but i can’t seem to find it. would you be so kind to let me know what it is so we can really take care of business. thanks.

  16. raygon says:

    This will be a good way for you to reach your weight loss goal, right? Eating next to nothing for 4 or 5 days is sure to help you drop a few pounds.
    Hope you get better soon. I feel for you.

  17. Geneva says:

    you don’t look like a chipmunk. I’m very disappointed.

  18. jethro says:

    Me too. Me love chipmunks.

  19. Christal says:

    You are very welcome! I’m sorry it sucks so bad though! i love your descriptions makes me laugh. I hope tomorrow goes way better cause I don’t think anybody sitting by you in class will want to smell an old man eh!! ha ha!
    We missed you on sunday but at least you didn’t have to play with the whole stake presidency right beside you I figure you picked a good weekend to get a sub eh!!
    Well get better soon!!! I suppose if you wanted to lose weight {not that you need to in any way miss tall and skinny!!} but not eating much of anything for three days would help eh! Have a good/better day tomorrow! ttys

  20. colepack says:

    guess i should have told you “good Luck”. yeah, i suck and so does the surgery. i hate applesauce.

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