Wisdom teeth extraction

My bottom wisdom tooth has been bothering me on and off for months prior to Saturday (26th) so I finally decided it was time to get it removed. Initially I wanted to let them grow out to replace my molars but soon found out that's a terrible idea since your wisdom teeth are a lot weaker than your molars and therefore useless.

So right up until a few minutes of the preparation for my surgery I was excited to finally get those suckers removed (yup all four), but as the time came closer and closer I got more and more nervous, I started picturing the surgery in my head over and over again. I was wondering how they were going to remove my top wisdom teeth since my mouth can only open so wide, on top of all that I was being yelled at/judged by the dentists and nurses surrounding me regarding my choice in footwear and my dress code. Yes I was told to wear jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers on the day of the surgery but they didn't tell me why, I just thought they wanted me to be comfortable but since it was nearly 90 degrees outside I felt a dress and flip flips were a better choice. Then they moved on to talking about my piercings and blah blah blah, what an annoying set of people. But I digress, the surgery went well, I don't think they put me down for it but I remember waking up while my last tooth was being removed, it didn't hurt but I definitely screamed preemptively just because I could feel the pressure that was being applied to my mouth.

All in all it went over quicker than I thought, they kept me in my seat for a long time with my face covered with an ice pack and my eyes partially covered which made me really uncomfortable. I don't know how to express my feelings at that point but I was not comfortable, I was a little out of it and there was really no one around that I was comfortable enough to be around. My mom was there but when it came time to go home she let me go on my own...it was a bad experience I felt like I was in a new city, a new state, my tongue and lip were still very numb I was biting down on my blood soaked gauze the whole time and was told to never spit my blood out and to always swallow it.

After I got home I basically went to bed, and to think I was planning on hanging out with some friends after the surgery. Now that my face is not numb it's a lot better besides the pain factor which is definitely still there. On the bright side this is the only time I'll ever have to worry about my wisdom teeth, and as the dentist said "the next time you'll have to worry about wisdom teeth is with your husband or with your kids."