Mondays are always a daze. I'm not usually staying up all night on Sunday eagerly anticipating what new form of torture is lined up for me in the little facility I go to for educating. However there I was, mindlessly sauntering the halls; autopilot engaged, headed towards my next class, boldly featuring the dismal bags beneath my eyes. This was not a result of eager excitement. My night was spent tossing and turning constantly trying to juxtapose myself just perfectly so that i couldn't feel the seemingly small piece of jagged bone cutting into my jaw,
Anywhoo, fast forward a few hours characterized by unfocused lectures and mundane conversations held by peers who don't really care much to know about why I haven't said anything in the past 5 minutes they've been talking nonstop, and I finally get the borderline lifesaving call I've been waiting for since I walked through the doors of my school: CIARA THOMPSON TO THE FRONT DESK
I hurriedly rush out the door halfheartedly passing my classmates a handful of goodbyes, and I almost sprint to the front office where I find my brother waiting patiently
The ride to the medical center isn't very long but it seems like hours; I'm excited with anticipation. When we arrive, we are half an hour too early for an appointment, and we decide that instead of spending thirty minutes silently fumbling through the same insipid games on our phone in the waiting room, we indulge in a little snack seeing as though we both skipped out on lunch and breakfast which I found out real quick was a mistake because those bbq chips only aggravated the situation further.
So we barely make it to the office on time, and name is called and I am whisked into the little chamber which only a two weeks ago I sat too dazed to even realize they had blindfolded me and that they were ripping four whole teeth that bore into my deformed jaw.
So the attending on call, whom I will now refer to as my smocked hero, sits me on the chair and simply asks me what's wrong, which would usually be a pretty loaded question, however I nonchalantly say that a piece of bone is cutting into my cheeks, which is not too much of a surprise to him, as this is fairly common. So he leans me back and tells me to open wide. He uses a tool that looks somewhat like a pair of precise scissors and a little angled mirror to explore the top right area of my mouth and as he begins tugging on something an unexpected sharp pain jolts through my whole body that sends me into a small spasm. The doctor steps back and asks if i want to be numbed out, but for some reason I was somewhat resolute to grin and bear it, so i declined gracefully and as he reluctantly resumed I suppress the need to shake uncontrollably, just as I had done two weeks before. He gives me one more good tug that jolts me in a huge wave of pain, and I succumb to the comforting thought of anything that will relieve this agony at this point so he loads up the Novocain with a frighteningly large needle, and in minutes, the pulsating pain diminishes. At this point i could probably chew through my own cheek and feel nothing, so this time when he goes in, I have no qualms as he (audibly) rips the piece of bone from my jaw. After three days of causing me relentless torment, he pulls the sucker out, which I had foolisly imagined to be something the size of a pen tip, when in actuality it was the the size of a freaking bloody caterpillar. I heartily regret not taking a picture or taking it home at all to show you all, but unfortunately I was too shy to ask.
Anyways to update any info on the big surgery, a specific date can't be determined until the orthodontist clears me on teeth that are ready to go for surgery and that's pretty much indefinite as well so im kinda bummed that at this point in time it's out of my hands.
For the time being i'm just going to live large and enjoy a strawberry smoothie void of pain.
sorry no pics today but let me placate your intense need for visual stimuli with these cute things
