My wisdom teeth…”situation.” Labeled and color coded just for you.
Things are about to get real crazy in the life of the Stately Lady. This weekend I have to finish writing my personal statement for an application I’m submitting June 15 (that’s next Tuesday…) and then start/finish working on a 10-page paper draft for my seminar class due on the following Monday. Normally I wouldn’t really put that much effort into something due a week away, at least I certainly wouldn’t finish it a week early. But I am being left with no choice because yesterday I found out I’m having all four of my wisdom teeth extracted on the Friday before it is due.
Ladies and gentlemen, I.Am.Terrified!
First of all, I don’t have any major dental issues and I’m not scared of the fact that it is a dental procedure. Maybe I should be, given that my wisdom teeth situation is a little uhm, odd. For starters, my facial nerve (CNVII) is hanging out right on top (or behind, they don’t know yet) of my wisdom teeth. So, what happens if they damage this nerve? Potential permanent loss of feeling in my lip, chin and some taste. WHAT?! But I am actually more afraid of being put to sleep for the first time, and not knowing how my body will react to the anesthesia. I know these people do this every day. I knowthey are trained and well prepared for any unforeseen circumstances. I am just concerned I will be one of the unlucky few who really don’t handle it well. I was so concerned at my consultation with the DDS (who is also a MD and PA…yes I am a credentials snob and therefore feel a little better) that he went ahead and wrote me a rx for Valium to take the night before/morning of. Great. I am that girl. And to add to my worries, I’ve never taken any anti-anxiety meds either so what if I have a bad reaction to the Valium?! Oh, this is going to be bad. Isn’t this crazy irony that I love all things related to medications/the medical field, yet not when any of it applies to ME? Not fair.
The cherry on top of my already horrible situation is really the excessive amount of money I’m about to drop on this surgery. UGH. Boo. Hiss. No fun.
Fortunately the Tar Heel is taking me for the extraction and my mom will be there as well. And they will send me home with Goodberry’s. So it isn’t all terrible, really. And maybe I’ll get some great stories out of the crazy things I say?? Oh well. Here’s to looking for the upside!