I’ve heard and read about other people’s experiences about getting their wisdom tooth pulled and all I learned was simply, it hurts! Growing up, I’ve never recalled myself going to a dentist and getting any of my teeth pulled out. All I remember was, every time I had a loose tooth, I did my own procedure. The procedure of just letting it be, and if I can pull it out, then I’d do it myself. But now, it’s a different situation. I had a problem with my lower right wisdom tooth, creating a pocket for food to get in. So I really had no choice but to take it out.

Four days ago was my procedure. It was early in the morning, still sleepy from sleeping late the night before. Didn’t like the people for they were somewhat unfriendly. With the slow service and unorganized help desk staff, I really didn’t want my day to start off in a bad/moody way. After at least 30 mins of waiting, I was led into the procedure room so I told my wife to come with me. “Ma’am, you can wait in the waiting area. It’ll be done in 20 mins.” the tech said to my wife. I was like “great!”. The only person that would comfort me throughout the procedure was not allowed to hold my hand. (ok i’m a baby, so what?! haha) Anyway, the dentist gave me a couple of shots to numb my gums and so I wouldn’t feel anything. But the injections alone gave me some painful stings. So after a few minutes the dentist started his procedure. He moved my tooth up and down, right to left, and up and down again. With my eyes closed during the procedure, I really was just imagining happy thoughts to alleviate the discomfort I was feeling. Then all of a sudden a sound of a drill starts, making it’s way inside my mouth as I hear the sound gets closer and closer. The dentist starts carving it’s way in, and the worse thing was I could smell the burning aroma. Not really an aroma, but u know what I mean. After hearing the freaky cracking sounds, more strong pushing left, pushing right, which led me into conclusion that this dentist was having a hard time pulling my tooth; it’s like a tug-of-war in there. My hands and feet started to shake a bit. But after a few more pulling and pushing, he stopped. I thought he didn’t take it out yet then he finally said, “that’s it!”. Finally, this awful experience is over! The dentist led me back to the help desk and gave me the prescription for the pain killers, hydrocodone, along with the instructions, ice pack and some gauze. We head home, and Alou stopped by the pharmacy to get the medicine.

It’s been four days since I haven’t eaten properly. I’ve only eaten soups, soft foods like my wife’s cheesecake and some tiramisu. The worse thing was, I had to be at my work’s surprise baby shower for my sister. It was tough being in a room full of good food and was unable to talk a lot. I still can’t open my mouth wide, and can’t even laugh the same way. The jaw area still hurts, although the pain is subsiding everyday. Just can’t wait for this thing to be over!