A Little Less Wise

Me right after coming home from the dentist

Well. I finally did it. I had my wisdom teeth removed.
They have never really bugged me. I felt like a giant baby when they all cut through, but lucky for me they all came in straight (more or less) and didn't cause any problems. 
I've always wanted to have them removed, but every dentist that reviewed my 3-D x-ray wasn't comfortable pulling them out and would recommend me to an oral surgeon. And no offence, but I don't have money for that business. So they have just hung out with me for the last handful of years.
But then one sprouted a cavity. Rude. And guess what, it was more to fill the cavity than to have the tooth pulled. So I finally lucked out and found a dentist in Perry (shout out to Perry Dental!) who was willing to yank all four of my giant teeth out, so that's what we did on January 3rd! Nothing like ringing in the New Year by getting your wisdom teeth removed. I'm a party animal like that.
I didn't go under. I just had them numb me real nice, and they gave me some gas, which was fine, the contraption was annoying on my nose though. And yank, yank, yank, yank, gone. They didn't even show me any of them, and that made me a little sad. No teeth under my pillow for cash. Jerks. I bet they kept it for themselves. Dentists getting rich every which way!
Thus far everything has been fine, and I'm sure it will continue to be fine as I dine on soup and smoothies and watch movies from our stockings over Christmas. Everyone makes dry socket sound like the devil, so I'm doing everything I can to ensure I miss out on that. I'm taking some pain medications, which means I am pumping and discarding my milk while Ellie survives on previously frozen goods. She is a champ. I'm so glad she will sit around and cuddle me as I recover.

Also. Look, Ma! No hands! No smile either, but hey, conquering bottle-holding is hard work. Love my whiz-kid.