It seems like everyone has to have those same four teeth pulled out at some point in their lives. Whether they are taken out two at a time or all four, the wisdom teeth have to come out.

For me, it was the specific week in March that everyone was excited about. Spring break. The Monday of spring break to be exact. All the stories of the pain and hurt that I heard when it came to wisdom teeth made me dread the week ahead. As a result, the weekend was spent enjoying any type of “hard” food I could eat.

 The day came of the surgery and I was ready to take on whatever would come. Sitting in the waiting room, you would think I would probably be nervous about the surgery itself, but it was different for me. Basically, I was more nervous about the IV than the actual operation. The fact is, that if you put me in a room for a shot or any type of IV action you will find that we are not well-suited for each other.

Surprisingly, the IV was easier than I thought as I was distracted by the conversation between my dentist and I. After that I don’t remember much of anything. Although, thanks to the American Sign Language class I take, my father told me I actually started signing to him when I was under the medication.

Honestly, I have no memory of this, but apparently it happened. Other than the massive amount of sleep I got, the whole rest of the week was made up of Jell-O, ice cream, ramen noodles and pudding. By the end of the week I was craving any type of harder food. On the bright side, I can’t complain about eating ice cream almost every night for dinner. Even the pain was minimal due to the pain medication I took about every two hours.

The day I was cleared to eat “real” food, I celebrated with a big, juicy hamburger with a side of fries.  Delicious.