The Continuing Saga of the Missing Wisdom Teeth

Yesterday afternoon was surprisingly comfortable. I did not swell up at all, and made liberal use of ice on my face. I ate three pancakes for dinner in the time it took my entire family to eat real dinners. If you have never tried to chew food with your incisors, it is a bitch and a half.

I kept up with my drugs all day, which I credit with keeping me comfortable: Vicodin every four hours, flurbiprofen every six. No reason not to, because it doesn't make me feel hazy.

Getting to sleep last night was kinda rough, because in the semi-conscious half-sleep state I kept having visions of surgery on my teeth. I don't know they were actual subconsicous memories surfacing or just my imagination, but they were fairly unsettling. Once I fell asleep, I basically slept through the night.

I woke up this morning with fairly puffy cheeks, but no bruising. I feel like I was in a fight, but I look like I gained 15 pounds. Eating so far today has still been light, as my appetite has still not entirely returned. I've begun rinsing with warm saltwater to heal the wounds as best I can.

I was told at my appointment today that there was no problem with my nerves, and that the bones in my sinuses are still very thin. I am to avoid blowing my nose vigorously for two or three weeks.

Also at the appointment today, I asked if I could borrow the x-ray taken before the surgery, and they wound up giving me a spare copy. I tried scanning it, and, though it didn't come out too well, I circled the impacted teeth. It's especially easy to see how impacted the bottom two are, as they were pressing directly against my 12-year molars.