Like most people, I ended up needing to get my wisdom teeth taken out in my teenage years. I think most people either get their wisdom teeth taken out early or do not even have to worry about them as they do not come in. Anyways, I definitely had to get mine taken out at some point, because the dentist told my mom and I that I had 4 growing in - two on the top and two on the bottom. Therefore, it was important for me to find a good time to get my wisdom teeth taken out. Unfortunately for me, right when I scheduled my appointment for the spring of 2020, the COVID19 pandemic hit and I was forced to wait. Since the dental surgery placed canceled all their appointments for that period and closed down, I had no choice but to wait another year to get my wisdom teeth out. It was definitely annoying, but not a super big deal to me at the time.
Moving forward, a year later I found myself at the tail end of my junior year of college. I just finished the semester and was going to be moving down to Indianapolis for a summer internship. However, the problem was that I needed to get my wisdom teeth taken out in early May, right before I started my internship. I was pretty annoyed at the timeline of how everything worked out, and I found myself wishing that I could have just gotten them taken care of a year earlier. Well, no sense trying to dwell on what could have been. So on the morning of, my mom and I hopped in the car and drove to the surgery place about 50 minutes away.
When we got there I was starting to feel pretty nervous - I have had some minor surgeries in my lifetime, but I was still somewhat anxious to be put to sleep because I had not experienced it in a long time. That being said, I went in and got checked into the dental place while my mom waited in the car (COVID restrictions and all that). Well, they did some more x-rays on me and it turned out that within a year of waiting to get my wisdom teeth out, I had grown two more teeth!
The dentists told me that only 2% of the human population has more than 4 wisdom teeth, and I had 6! So needless to say I was pretty proud of myself for that one. Unfortunately for me, none of that mattered because they were about to be yanked out of me. I remember a lot of what happened going into surgery, and I would say that my memory of events is really clear even up until he put the sedative in my through an IV. I remember asking him if he was putting me to sleep with anesthesia, and he said yes. The next moments that I can remember are very blurry, but I only remember being in the car on the way home and then being at home on the couch. Everything else is just completely wiped from my memory. My mom said that I didn’t really do anything that funny when I was under anesthesia, just pretty confused about life.
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