a loss of wisdom

In case getting my wisdom teeth out really does cause a loss of wisdom I figured I'd document the transition.  Okay, bad joke, I know.  But I'm still a little groggy so give me a break...

Here is a little time line: 

Thursday night:
Brett surprised me and took me out to dinner and a movie.  (awww, isn't he sweet!) Dinner was my "last good meal" before I couldn't eat solids for a while.  And the movie was to distract my mind from the "what if I die tomorrow" thoughts.   

Friday morning:
Sometime before 7:00am I was laying awake in bed because I was too paranoid about sleeping through the alarm.  The alarm went off at 7:00 and I had to take the first of two "sedation pills" that the dentist gave me. I slowly got ready for the day (minus eating breakfast, putting on make up, doing my hair or generally getting ready at all).  At 7:30 I took the second pill and began to feel a little dizzy when I moved my head.  Brett drove me to the dentist for my 8:30 appointment.

At the dentist office:
The immediately invited me back and I sat down in the dentist chair where the kind lady gave me another pill to dissolve under my tongue.  The last memory I have was her giving me another pill, the first one falling into my cheek, and me being aware enough to use my tongue to move it back.  I have a vague memory of thinking "there is too much stuff in my mouth!"  and feeling upset about it all.  But that is all I remember from the office.

My next memory:
I am laying on the couch in my apartment and Brett is asking me if I am okay.  I start crying.  It took  me a few moments to remember where I was, where I had been and why I felt funny.  Now THAT is a weird feeling.  Once I got over the initial shock I stopped crying and Brett helped me into the bed.  I decided laying on my ride side was not a good idea (I had two teeth removed from that side and only one from my left side).  I fell asleep in my bed and slept for hours.  Brett woke me up at one point, gave me some medication made me drink some yummy Sobe Lifewater (my favorite!) and then I was out of it again.

5:00 ish:  I woke up and was actually feeling awake.  I relocated back to the couch and convinced Brett it was okay if he went to his mission reunion.  He made himself some dinner and I ate a cup of pudding and jello.  I kept thinking he was making lunch, not dinner, but finally got it straightened out.  Before he left we examined my face and were surprised at the minimal amounts of swelling.  My tongue felt something weird on the right bottom side on my face and I was aware enough to determine the object to be a stitch.  Brett was convinced my mental status was functioning and headed out.

9:30- Over the last few hours I spent some time researching post-wisdom-tooth-extraction care.  I learned that the peak of swelling and pain isn't until 2-3 days post op, became anxious of what I will look like on monday and worried myself crazy about getting Dry Socket.  Right now I am feeling great:  minor jaw pain and some swelling and soreness on my right side near the bottom, I'm starting to feel hungry (for the first time all day) and am still pretty tired.  Over all, not too bad.  (knock on wood!!) 

9:45- My amazing husband is home from his mission reunion and I can officially go back to being overly needy. Good thing he loves me! 

We'll see what tomorrow brings. Also, I'll try and make Brett share his side of the situation.  Apparently I said and did some funny things on the way home from the dentist.

sorry no pictures:  I didn't think my swelling at this point was significant enough to document and like I mentioned at the beginning... I didn't get ready for the day so no pictures.