?What did you do over break?? Those are the first words I?ve heard from almost every person I talk to at school after coming back from winter break. While other students have exciting stories about snowboarding and traveling, my answer usually draws a collective ?aw? of pity from my audience: I got my wisdom teeth out.
It?s hard to make a story about minor surgery and the following recovery exciting, but I have to make my winter break sound at least a little bit eventful.
The day before my surgery, I decided to ignore the anxiety building inside me by spending some quality time with my wisdom teeth. This, of course, meant watching cheesy Netflix movies while savoring what would be my last solid food for about a week.
That night, I went to my sister?s basketball game and received many good luck wishes from caring friends and family while my nerves begin to skyrocket.
I really wanted some pizza for my last supper pre-surgery that night, but I had to settle for a sandwich instead. This, as I would find out later, was a mistake.
The next morning I got up bright and early and my mom and I made our way to Hutchinson.
I remember sitting in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity, and then hearing my name being called by the woman at the door. With a pounding heart, I answered the woman?s questions as she hooked me up to beeping machines and stuck an IV in my hand.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up with gauze packed in my mouth and the dentist was telling me I was all done. I felt like I had just entered the room. I had honestly never been more confused in my life.
My memory of the next few hours is shaky, but I do remember feeling aware of everything going on yet at the same time not aware of anything.
Since several post-dental surgery videos have gone viral in the last few years, I?m pretty sure it has become almost every teenager?s goal to be hilarious after getting his or her wisdom teeth removed and become a YouTube hit.
Sadly, the anesthetics didn?t turn me into a comedian and I won?t be on the ?Ellen? show anytime soon.
That night was the worst part of my healing process because I threw up and was continually awakened from my wonderful sleep in order to change gauze for my still-bleeding gums.
However, it was all downhill from there. My mouth was pretty sore and uncomfortable, but I dealt with no pain whatsoever.
I had no pain in my mouth, that is. My stomach, on the other hand, pained for some solid food. The craving I had for pizza the night before my surgery came back to me even stronger. I came extremely close to putting a slice of pizza in the blender and drinking it, I wanted the food so badly.
Before getting my wisdom teeth out, I thought a week full of eating nothing but Jell-O and ice cream and milkshakes sounded awesome, but I quickly learned it is quite the opposite. All I wanted was something with substance.
I bounced back fairly quickly, and after only two days I was back in the stands at another one of my sister?s basketball games despite having chipmunk-like swollen cheeks. I couldn?t help but stare longingly at the delicious looking popcorn all around me.
When the time came that I could finally eat a whole Saltine cracker, it felt like a huge victory and my first solid meal of macaroni and cheese felt like a feast.
I think the moral of this story, if there is one, is that solid food should not be taken for granted. I now have a new appreciation for cheeseburgers and chicken strips and even peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.