A Teenage Right of Passage: No Mo’ Wisdom Teeth

A Teenage Right of Passage: No Mo’ Wisdom Teeth

Emma Coons, Journalist

So yes, as you may have guessed, I got my wisdom teeth taken out only 4 days ago. Doctor Sexton, a hunk by the way, did the surgery and was very kind and did his job well. I got there around 9:30, and they took me back and gave me some laughing gas to calm me down. Not only did this calm me down, but it made it a little more difficult for me to answer her questions. I remember she asked me if I knew something and I accidentally SCREAMED back “NOOO!” when I meant to just calmly reply “no.” Then Dr. Sexton came in and calmly talked to me and put an IV in my arm and next thing I knew I was being walked to a recovery room. Here I laid down and my mom came in. I was actually BALLING but I wasn’t in pain, nor was I sad, which I told my mom to keep her calm. The only problem I really had was that my mouth was SO DRY! I even told my mom I felt like the gang on that episode of Victorious when they get stuck in the RV and have to share a single cap of water. I, sadly, didn’t really have anything funny happen to me, because I can pretty much remember everything that happened since I walked to the recovery room. The pain meds have been quite helpful, but I have had to wane myself off of them. I’m also having to take an antibiotic and a steroid, so yea, it’s a lot. I still have chipmunk cheeks but hopefully soon I’ll be back to eating chips and talking normally.