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WARNING: Not for those under 18 or those with weak stomachs
I had the wisdom teeth removal from HELL. Really. All 4 of my teeth were severely impacted, meaning they had to be drilled out. My mom said she heard them do it. So when I woke up from surgery, I for some reason thought it wasn't completed yet and I was terrified. So I attempted to throw my mom a left hook. Luckily she ducked. On the way home I asked my mom "What the fuck is this stuff in my mouth?" She said "Cotton, leave it alone" So I promptly took it out and flung it, blood and all, into the floorboard of her car. Upon arriving home I crawled to the couch and fell asleep drooling blood all over myself. I threw up a couple times that day. For the next week my face was double its usual size and severly bruised. I had lots of pain, and finally called the surgeon. He checked me out and found I had a dry socket. So he promptly *ripped* the incision with no prior anesthesia. It HURT. He then packed it with something and sent me home to rest. I didn't eat solid food for nearly 2 weeks. Dry sockets are a bitch. I hope you fare much better!
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