People around my age get their wisdom teeth removed in their late teens and early 20s, mostly because that’s what they figured they should do. Some have problems with their teeth and have to get them removed, while others simply do it as a precautionary measure. There was nothing wrong with my teeth, so I saw no need to go under the knife. The idea of mouth surgery was painful enough just to think about. As time passed, my wisdom teeth started to bother me, and I actually had to have wisdom teeth removal done. I was counting down the days until the removal, and loathing each one.
The problem with my wisdom teeth started as a mild pain. I didn’t think much of it, but it started to get worse, and it was driving me insane. I dulled the pain with some aspirin, but it only did so much. I couldn’t keep talking aspirin forever, so I made an appointment with a dentist to have my teeth examined. The dentist determined that my wisdom teeth needed to come out. I tried to talk the dentist out of it and find some kind of alternative method to end the pain, but there was no other choice.
I had to have a friend come with me when I got my teeth removed so that he could make sure that I got my medication and arrived home safely. The dentist gave me some medication so that I wouldn’t feel the tools digging into my mouth to remove the teeth. I really don’t remember much of what happened, but I do know that I was completely out of it. Once the medication wore off, I was in my right mind and was on a liquid diet while my mouth healed. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but I wouldn’t want to do it again.