The deed has been done. The tooth has been pulled… or rather, pushed. I’m not sure how that works, but there seemed to be a lot more pushing than pulling, and finally the thing gave up without a fight. It wasn’t complicated nor did it take a long time, but was expertly and painlessly done.
I now have 4 hours without rinsing (takes me up to 16:30), then I have to rinse regularly with hot salt water. I have some antibiotics to take, as apparently there was a bit of puss there, which I had guessed there would be as low-level infection has been a theme over the last year or so. And Mum has some industrial strength painkillers, so when the anaesthetic has worn of, (which it’s working on doing now), I will have something to take to dull the ache. I also have some lint pads to use if it bleeds too much, but to be honest it doesn’t seem to be bleeding much at all.
My face is swelling a bit – although it wouldn’t be a proper wisdom tooth extraction if I didn’t end up looking at least a little bit like a hamster – and starting to stiffen up. I’ve had some soup for lunch, but have to be very careful not to accidentally bite my tongue or my cheek. I suspect that I’m going to end up feeling very stiff and achy within the next few hours, but it’s worth it. I’m so glad to get that tooth out. And I’m really hoping that this will clear up my vertigo too, which has been pestering me for the last six weeks or so. If not, I suppose I’ll have to go find a doctor in London to see.
Overall, though, I’m glad to get this done so far in advance of the wedding. No more worrying about whether I’ll get a big infection whilst travelling; no more having to travel with a stash of antibiotics; no more fretting about when it’s going to come out. It’s gone, and I’m glad to be rid of it.
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