I have FOUR less wisdom

Wisdom? I've got none. Or at least no more teeth to prove it. 

I've spent majority of this week either in pain, sleeping, exhausted, feeling high on pain medications. But it has left me with a fair bit of time to think. All the things that I thought would be the worst part of getting my teeth out, were the worst part of it, well most of them. I was pleasantly surprised that I was not in fact awake for the procedure at all and have ZERO memory of it. I woke up wonderfully and was just giggly. No tears. I even had to hold my tongue cause I just wanted to say stupid things and once I started talking I knew I wouldn't have been able to stop.

I stayed in the car like my friend told me while she got my medications.
I stayed home and was quiet all day like the clinic told me.
I was a chipmunk like everyone else told me I would be.

I also had a lot of pain, which was something only some people told me and of course did not tell me how much that part would suck. But that is ok. Because I lived. Currently I still look like a chipmunk. And pain is more under control.

Pre op vs Post op

Walking around town, going to work to see some people, running into friends after this all happened. Many people gave me double takes, some at first couldn't put a finger on why my face didn't look "NORMAL", some people didn't even recognize me. Strangers tried not to stare to avoid asking me what happened.



But one thing I LOVED about getting my wisdom teeth out is that people KNEW there was something wrong with me. People knew I wasn't feeling well because my face was twice the size and black and blue. They knew I wasn't feeling well because I was taking funny and with a slight lisp.

It gave me a feeling of a great amount of frustration as well as a smirk of happiness.

I wasn't frustrated for the reasons that you think I may have had. The frustration came from my MS. Bear with me here..


From what you know of MS you probably have learned either from me or other people that MS is a very invisible disease. Most people aren't in a wheelchair or walking around with a cane, some are, most aren't. We also don't generally share with everyone we meet that we have MS. Which makes it hard for people who know us/me well to understand that I am always sick, and have some pretty rough days you just can't see it.

My face doesn't swell up like a balloon when I'm in pain or my MS is acting up like my face did with my wisdom teeth being removed.  But my body gets exhausted, I can experience pain, and I get frustrated and no one would be able to tell, physically. That is what is frustrating
with MS.

That is why having my wisdom teeth out this week was terrible, but wasn't the absolute worst thing in life. Because people knew, they knew I wasn't well. And I didn't even have to tell them.