Lack of Wisdom

My boss was telling us that her husband just got his wisdom teeth taken out, so I thought I would share with you my grand experience with my wisdom teeth extraction.

It was the summer before my Sophomore year in college and my dentist back home told me I needed to get my wisdom teeth out very soon. I was leaving for school in just a few days so it was decided that I would have them taken out in Utah. By myself. Without my mom.

Since it was the break between summer term and fall semester, Bethany took me to the dentist that day, and for all of you who don’t know Bethany, she is a complete jokester and doesn’t care what other people are thinking. She’s hilarious.

While we were waiting in the room, she put on gloves and started playing with all the tools.

I was scared to death. I haven’t had much dental work growing up, so I wasn’t sure of what to expect. But fortunately Bethany kept me distracted.

After the surgery, I started sobbing. The doctor said this might be a side effect. I thought my earrings had fallen out too, which they hadn’t, and so when I got up I started searching the ground for them.

I started gagging in the car and kept telling Bethany, “Oh, I’m gonna throw up, I’m gonna throw up.” She dropped me off at the pharmacy and told me not to move while she went to another store to buy me a few things to eat. When she came back, she found me wandering through the isles, crying, cotton ball hanging out of my mouth, blood dripping down, searching for the bathroom. I looked like I had broken out of an insane asylum.

I cried all the way home about how ugly I was and asking if I would like that forever. (Oh, and my eye problem had flared up again, so I had to wear my glasses, so that didn’t help.) Bethany reminded me that when I was crying, I thought the tears were blood and that I was bleeding out of my eyes. Clearly it was a pleasant experience.

For the next week, other than a few drop-ins by Bethany and the boy I was dating coming over and dumping me (probably because he couldn’t look at my face anymore lol), I was alone in my big apartment sleeping my life away and wishing my mom was there to feed me pudding and icecream.

One of my cheeks was swollen for quite a bit, and when my new roommates were moving in, they met me like this. I can’t imagine what their first impressions were.

I’m so glad I never have to go through that again.

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  1. Bethany
    Bethany says:

    You’re right! I DO love this post! Oh man katie. You forgot one really important detail. You were crying because you looked at yourself and you thought you were so ugly, and then when you felt the tears coming out of your eyes, you got really scared and you were like “My eyes are bleeding! I can feel blood coming out of my eyes!” That picture of me on your blog is really ugly, and at first I was a little self-conscious, but then you know, I saw all the amazing pictures of you in the same post and decided not to worry ; ) I love you katie! Thanks for the laugh.


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