Remember what I said earlier about my wisdom tooth? I finally was able to go to a dentist (not my regular one, because she lives way too far away) and surprise, surprise, she said that it had to come out.
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Okay, maybe I wasn’t really surprised about the planned extraction. I just didn’t expect that the tooth would be infected. What happened was that a flap of gum was covering the tooth, and even if the dentist cuts it out (yes, I’m going to be pretty explicit from this point on. Sorry about the delayed warning), it would still grow back again. Not to mention that the wisdom tooth (non-laymen, aka dentists, call ‘em third molars)�was impacted, meaning, I had way too many teeth and not a lot of space to spare.
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I wasn’t really scared about what might happen. I wasn’t prepared for the pain that followed, though. Around a year ago, I had both third molars (yeah, I want to sound like� a pro) extracted at the same time, and it didn’t really hurt that much. I was at least expecting the same result, probably even less pain because I only needed to have one tooth removed. Was I wrong. Either the dental surgeon who did this extraction was more heavy-handed, or I was injected with less anaesthesia, or it just wasn’t my day, but I definitely felt the procedure - during and after, and it’s something that ice cream could not fix.
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Now, I have one side of my face a bit swollen, and I can’t really eat normally, because opening my mouth wide is next to impossible (unless I want to tear up), and because it’s extremely hard to chew with just one corner of your mouth.
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Oh, joy.