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And The Plot Thickens

August 28, 2016

I last left you guys at the drug store, where I got some antibiotics that made all of the pain go away.  Now that the pain went away the constant thought in my mind was "Do I even need my wisdom teeth out?" The answer was yes, because I want to fix my teeth and there is not enough room in there for all that right now. So I waited two weeks and I went to the dentist to get all four of my wisdom teeth out. I was high key nervous about the whole thing because I had never had any surgery done before, I don't really like drugs, and the thought of someone that isn't God putting me to sleep was so terrifying to me. But I went in there, got it done and was out of there.


So not only did they take my wisdom teeth out, but they also did a biopsy on the roof of my mouth (I'm sure ya'll can see where this is going). The biopsy made the whole procedure SO much worse. The next day I woke up, my teeth weren't in pain it was the damn roof of my mouth where the biopsy site was. Long story short they told me to come back in a week to check and see if my teeth were healing fine and to give me the results of the biopsy. Can I tell ya'll that week sucked so much.  First off, I didn't eat the whole week because it is kind of hard to swallow when the food hits the roof of your mouth and pulls on the stitches. Because that was hurting, I was getting headaches, so I was taking pain killers (which was annoying because I hate drugs). I was just uncomfortable. So uncomfortable. On top of that I had to work at T Mobile and I was SO over it. Nobody wants to talk to people with their mouth all messed up. The only good thing that came out of that was that I lost 10lbs.


What also sucked about that week was that it was like waiting on your fate.  They didn't know what it was on the roof of my mouth, I didn't know what it was. I just kept thinking,"Omg I'm going to die. I know it". I was thinking the absolute worse. The day after my procedure I was sitting home with my friend and I said "what if it's a cancer or something" and she said naaahh if it is something its most likely benign. So yeah, that was the most stressful week of my life, but not really. I feel like I don't get stressed. I just take what is handed to me and run with it... Really fast.  For that week, what I was running with was, I was going to be okay and I was in tip top shape, because the dentist didn't necessarily say that I wasn't *shrug  emoji*.   




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