I finally had all my wisdom teeth pulled last Friday. Yak!

I had been postponing it for years for fear of the pain. Then this year I started to feel a nagging pain around my jaws. The stupid wisdom teeth somehow decided to grow up so fast as if they were trying to break the soil and see the sun. So I finally made up my mind about having all of them taken out. Once decided, I didn’t let my mom persuade me away with her scary tactic: “That’s pulling bones out of your mouth. You are going to lose a lot of blood. And not to mention the pain afterwards! I wouldn’t do it in a hundred years if I were you.” Yup, she still has all hers till this day; her mom’s scary tactic worked on her.

It was a point of no return for me. So I just went in, had the surgery done with general anesthesia (I so don’t want to know what happened during the surgery, especially hearing the drilling or sawing noise). I think I actually did wake up very briefly to hear some machine/motor turning on; it sounded like the doctor was going to saw… But it might as well been my silly dream. I was woken up an hour later. The doctor asked me if I would like to keep my teeth. Oh hell no I said. (My mom expressed a slight sadness that I didn’t keep them, ‘cuz they are part of my body after all, she said. That sounded almost like those ancient Chinese who kept their entire life’s clipped finger nails and toe nails in a red envelope. Creepy.)

So, it’s done. I didn’t feel too much pain afterwards luckily. I didn’t even need to take the prescribed pain killer. I just couldn’t chew very well with the back teeth. I am still eating soft food the 4th day after the surgery, which is driving me nuts at home, especially being surrounded with beef jerky, yummy unopened Valentine’s day chocolate, dried Lychee, nuts, chocolate cookies, and greasy Chinese food. Ahhh! It’s killing me!