A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


129. Damn you wisdom teeth!


Thursday 13th April 2017, 10:56

So this week I got my wisdom teeth removed and let me tell you that it killed - change that to kills. This was way back on Monday but on the weekend previously, all I was doing was pigging out knowing that I wouldn't be able to eat delicious things for a while. On the Saturday, I had a brownie with soo many calories in it and a Nandos - a place where chicken is done in soo many ways. On the Sunday I had a massive sunday dinner, it makes me hungry just thinking back on it now. But to the day itself, Monday arrived faster than I thought and I woke up hungry, knowing that I wouldn't be able to have breakfast that day. Nerves were overwhelmed by hunger at this point and by the time my appointment rolled around - 11 o'clock - I was starving. But the day wasn't finished there. I had to wait another four hours before the surgery could take place, since I was the last one on a waiting list for that day. It was boring and long and awful waiting for what I knew was going to come. 

Hospital gowns are not fashionable at all by the way. Why would you need a hospital gown for a surgery on the mouth? Then the time arrived and I had to be put to sleep. Thank god for that, I would not allow them to cut into my gums and remove my teeth without it. It's weird, I never liked the numbing cream so you've got the sting of the needle, and then you're hooked up to heart monitors, you can hear your own heart speed and slow. Then the doctor counts down from ten and you feel yourself slipping away and then... you don't remember the hour it takes for the surgery to happen. It's just like waking up straight after getting the anaesthetic. But you feel woozy and you see double and your brain feels like its made of cotton. I think I nearly kicked the nurse in the head. 

Funnily enough this is becoming a habit now. The last operation I had, I actually kicked a nurse after she tried to touch my feet. My feet are weird with touch apparently. 

I panicked when I woke up because I couldn't feel my lips. This was due to the local anaesthetic they gave me but it's such a bizarre feeling. It's like your lips are just missing from your face. That's a creepy face. Also, don't do the Kylie Jenner challenge to get fuller lips, just get your wisdom teeth out! Honestly, my lips were swollen as anything, and believe me I barely have a top lip so it worked like a charm. 

In the days following the operation, I look like I've gained weight because my face is swollen. I haven't gained weight, I've probably lost some because I'm not eating. I look like the Joker - Heath Ledger - because they've split my lips. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. 

Either way, I could kill for a Sunday dinner again but sadly its soup and smoothies for me as of yet. 


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