Chad After Getting His Wisdom Teeth Out ...
June 13, 2012 2:34 PM Subscribe
First YouTube had David After the Dentist [website]. Now there's Chad After Getting His Wisdom Teeth Out.
Great, now some entrepreneurial parent is going to subject thier kid to unneeded and frequent dental work just to keep the view count up like some demented version of Mancousen By You Tube.
posted by The Whelk at 2:38 PM on June 13, 2012 [4 favorites]
posted by The Whelk at 2:38 PM on June 13, 2012 [4 favorites]
Fancy umlats are unamerican.
posted by The Whelk at 2:40 PM on June 13, 2012 [3 favorites]
posted by The Whelk at 2:40 PM on June 13, 2012 [3 favorites]
Monk-horsey.
posted by infinitywaltz at 2:42 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by infinitywaltz at 2:42 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
These videos are always hilarious to me but kind of make me jealous because I never had that kind of high after my two surgeries (wisdom teeth and breast reduction). I was completely lucid and remember everything that happened as soon as I woke up. The only fun I had was nausea that lasted all day long.
posted by MaryDellamorte at 2:42 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by MaryDellamorte at 2:42 PM on June 13, 2012
Next up: Harry on Heroin and Betty Sue on Bath Salts.
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 2:44 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 2:44 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
umlauts? Shumlauts.
And, according to Jerry's Dad, culottes can make you gay!
And, according to Jerry's Dad, culottes can make you gay!
MRS. S: Jerry?posted by ericb at 2:45 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
JERRY: Ma, it's not true!
MR. S: It's those damn culottes you made him wear when he was five!
MRS. S: They weren't culottes, they were shorts.
MR. S: They were culottes! You bought them in the girl's department.
MRS. S: By mistake! By mistake, Jerry! I'm sorry!
MR. S: It looked like he was wearing a skirt, for crying out loud!
JERRY: Ma, it has nothing to do with the culottes!
MRS. S: Not that there's anything wrong with that, Jerry.
What we need now is some doped-up senior citizen after a denture fitting or something ranting about a lifetime of accumulated opinions.
The three videos will be a poetic trilogy of the human journey.
posted by grillcover at 2:48 PM on June 13, 2012 [5 favorites]
The three videos will be a poetic trilogy of the human journey.
posted by grillcover at 2:48 PM on June 13, 2012 [5 favorites]
I see... so the dentists give you drugs to make you suggestible, and then they tell you that Russians aren't bad people.
It's a plot.
Precious bodily fluids... mark my words.
posted by Sing Or Swim at 3:03 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
It's a plot.
Precious bodily fluids... mark my words.
posted by Sing Or Swim at 3:03 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
Chewbaccians.
posted by pracowity at 3:04 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by pracowity at 3:04 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
All I did after getting my wisdom teeth out was bleed a lot, terrify a trinket seller, and be whacked out on pills in MetaTalk.
So, any Friday really.
posted by The Whelk at 3:05 PM on June 13, 2012
So, any Friday really.
posted by The Whelk at 3:05 PM on June 13, 2012
I'm always so confused by these things. I had a perfectly lucid wisdom tooth extraction experience, and I'm pretty sure they gave me the good stuff. What exactly determines whether or not you end up crying and watching soccer and admiring tall Russian hats?
posted by jinjo at 3:05 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by jinjo at 3:05 PM on June 13, 2012
It's Raining Florence Henderson: Next up: Harry on Heroin and Betty Sue on Bath Salts.
And Harry Potter 7 while in New Orleans on Xanax and an art gallery event in Manhattan while on MDMA.
posted by filthy light thief at 3:05 PM on June 13, 2012
And Harry Potter 7 while in New Orleans on Xanax and an art gallery event in Manhattan while on MDMA.
posted by filthy light thief at 3:05 PM on June 13, 2012
This is the first person named Chad that I've seen that I think I'd like.
posted by cmoj at 3:10 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by cmoj at 3:10 PM on June 13, 2012
Do dentists have a range of options available to them for anaesthesia? What would they use to cause the "xxx after the dentist" sort of happy delirium that these videos show?
posted by leo_r at 3:24 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by leo_r at 3:24 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
I was totally tempted to do this to my Dad after his colonoscopy.
He is a big guy with looks and personality along the lines of Ron Swanson.
But after the anesthesia, he was like a gun-toting hippo-ballerina.
The rest of the afternoon was him saying, in a sing-song voice:
"I got pictures of inside my butt to show you!"
To everyone we met.
posted by Tchad at 3:47 PM on June 13, 2012 [7 favorites]
He is a big guy with looks and personality along the lines of Ron Swanson.
But after the anesthesia, he was like a gun-toting hippo-ballerina.
The rest of the afternoon was him saying, in a sing-song voice:
"I got pictures of inside my butt to show you!"
To everyone we met.
posted by Tchad at 3:47 PM on June 13, 2012 [7 favorites]
This is the first person named Chad that I've seen that I think I'd like.
Not Chad Vader? (Whom I was totally expecting, specifically this.)
My high lasted for about five minutes and consisted of the following:
"I wah -- I want the People magazine from the waiting room, theonewithJODIEFOSTER, OKAY???"
posted by Madamina at 3:49 PM on June 13, 2012 [3 favorites]
Not Chad Vader? (Whom I was totally expecting, specifically this.)
My high lasted for about five minutes and consisted of the following:
"I wah -- I want the People magazine from the waiting room, theonewithJODIEFOSTER, OKAY???"
posted by Madamina at 3:49 PM on June 13, 2012 [3 favorites]
Metafilter:"I got pictures of inside my butt to show you!"
posted by The Whelk at 3:50 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by The Whelk at 3:50 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
I got pictures of inside my butt to show you!
Hah. I kept a color photo printout from my first colonoscopy, AKA "getting cable installed up my ass." I didn't take any drugs for that, though. This was years ago. They offered drugs, but in the "some people feel the need for something to get through it" mode, instead of the "yeah - we really recommend the drugs" mode.
I know better, now. I don't even watch reruns of House anymore without enough drugs to take down a rhino.
Bet I still have that picture around somewhere, too. It's a pretty good resemblance, really.
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 4:04 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
Hah. I kept a color photo printout from my first colonoscopy, AKA "getting cable installed up my ass." I didn't take any drugs for that, though. This was years ago. They offered drugs, but in the "some people feel the need for something to get through it" mode, instead of the "yeah - we really recommend the drugs" mode.
I know better, now. I don't even watch reruns of House anymore without enough drugs to take down a rhino.
Bet I still have that picture around somewhere, too. It's a pretty good resemblance, really.
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 4:04 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
Great, now some entrepreneurial parent is going to subject thier kid to unneeded and frequent dental work just to keep the view count up like some demented version of Mancousen By You Tube.
It'll be the modern day version of beggars that maim children and then show them on the street to get pity money! Now that got dark quick eh?
posted by litleozy at 4:12 PM on June 13, 2012 [2 favorites]
It'll be the modern day version of beggars that maim children and then show them on the street to get pity money! Now that got dark quick eh?
posted by litleozy at 4:12 PM on June 13, 2012 [2 favorites]
What would they use to cause the "xxx after the dentist" sort of happy delirium that these videos show?
Probably a benzodiazepine like Versed.
posted by infinitywaltz at 4:20 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
Probably a benzodiazepine like Versed.
posted by infinitywaltz at 4:20 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
This is why, when I had my wisdom teeth out, I insisted on only novocaine and nitrous.
I don't trust anyone around me not to video me during recovery, and I like benzos way too much.
posted by TheWhiteSkull at 4:24 PM on June 13, 2012
I don't trust anyone around me not to video me during recovery, and I like benzos way too much.
posted by TheWhiteSkull at 4:24 PM on June 13, 2012
"Mom won't get me Panda [Express]"
Your mother is a wise woman. Chinese food when your wisdom teeth are out is no fun. I speak from experience.
posted by infinitewindow at 4:30 PM on June 13, 2012
Your mother is a wise woman. Chinese food when your wisdom teeth are out is no fun. I speak from experience.
posted by infinitewindow at 4:30 PM on June 13, 2012
I was conscious during my wisdom teeth extraction - I told the ortho that I only get to do this once, I'm not sleeping through it! That part was a breeze, and the anesthetic was all local, so I was sober when leaving the place but completely unaware of my face, and fairly unable to speak clearly while jammed with wadding. My roomie was kind enough to pick me up and drive me to the grocery to get my prescriptions and then home. At first, I thought the pharmacist behind the counter was looking at me odd due to my speech, so I explained "wiffduhm teesff" and they nodded with concern. When I got home, I found they were looking at me odd because said roomie decided that in exchange for giving me a ride, they were going to let me wander around a grocery for 20 minutes with an absolutely alarming amount of blood having poured out of my mouth and dried on my chin and shirt, without telling me. And you know, I was completely fine with that.
posted by FatherDagon at 4:50 PM on June 13, 2012 [2 favorites]
posted by FatherDagon at 4:50 PM on June 13, 2012 [2 favorites]
This is the first person named Chad that I've seen that I think I'd like.
Chad VanGaalen may change your mind.
posted by Pruitt-Igoe at 4:50 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
Chad VanGaalen may change your mind.
posted by Pruitt-Igoe at 4:50 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
What would they use to cause the "xxx after the dentist" sort of happy delirium that these videos show?
They only gave me localized Novocaine injections when I had my wisdom teeth out, but I was still sort of delirious for a while.
posted by topoisomerase at 5:53 PM on June 13, 2012
They only gave me localized Novocaine injections when I had my wisdom teeth out, but I was still sort of delirious for a while.
posted by topoisomerase at 5:53 PM on June 13, 2012
Soon I might be going under the knife for a rib extraction maybe I should have someone with a camera in recovery.
posted by the_artificer at 5:56 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by the_artificer at 5:56 PM on June 13, 2012
I think the little dog in the background is the breakout star of this video. He has presence.
posted by scalefree at 6:04 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by scalefree at 6:04 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
I had good old fashioned twilight sleep when I had all four wisdom teeth removed in a procedure that involved chipping them out of my jaw bone. I came to in the recovery room blubbering all my deepest, darkest secrets to my mother. Luckily I was only 14 and there was very little to tell, mostly making out with boys.
And then I spent the next week in bed wacked on Percocet while my father painted my bedroom walls around me. I think?
posted by looli at 6:42 PM on June 13, 2012
And then I spent the next week in bed wacked on Percocet while my father painted my bedroom walls around me. I think?
posted by looli at 6:42 PM on June 13, 2012
My first wisdom tooth extraction (I didn't have them all done at once, because I was poor, without insurance, getting them done on an only-when-desperately-needed basis) happened in Monterrey, Mexico. My (USian) partner and I were visiting his family there and realized we could get it done on the cheap during the already-planned visit.
I was awake and lucid the entire time. All I had was novocaine (at least I think that's what it was), but it was by the far the largest injection of novocaine I've ever received. My face was literally swollen with it, as if I'd somehow stuffed a tennis ball into one side of my mouth. Usually in the US, they barely give me enough novocaine to keep me from screaming, then roll their eyes whenever I ask for a tiny bit more as if they're enabling a junkie's habit. Here, they weren't taking any chances, for which I was very grateful.
The most disconcerting part was when they had to saw a bit into my jawbone; I remember a loud whine, a sense of tremendous pressure on my jaw, a weird burning smell, and occasional bloody fragments of bone flying out of my mouth. That was the first moment I actually felt concerned that maybe I'd made a bad decision. Oh well, too late now.
After the procedure was over, they stuffed my mouth with gauze and gave me a prescription for some really good painkillers.
Not long after we got back to his family's house, the painkillers did their job and put me right to sleep. When I woke up, I could finally feel my face again, and the pain was surprisingly manageable. I stumbled about the house in a daze for a little while. It was night, and it seemed no one was home. It dawned on me that I was hungry and thirsty and didn't know what to do about it. I knew I couldn't drink the water; I think I found some soda in the fridge, but didn't want to drink that; and I figured I shouldn't really attempt to eat solid food.
Thankfully, my partner's sister emerged from another part of the house; I mumbled in broken Spanish about being thirsty and she offered to run to the store to get me some orange juice. For some reason, she didn't think even bottled water would be good for me, but I wasn't going to complain. Orange juice sounded great.
Not long after that, my partner and his brother returned; they'd gotten some street tacos and they smelled OMG SO UNBELIEVABLY GOOD, like Plato's archetype of street taco perfection. I begged them to let me try a bite; they said we should ask my partner's sister when she got back.
When she got back, I pleaded with my partner to ask her. She was appalled at the suggestion. No way. Absolutely not. I imagine her words were something like "What, are you trying to kill him? He just got surgery and you're going to let him stuff his mouth and slather the open wound with questionable meat he probably shouldn't be eating anyway?"
Alas. I'm still convinced those would have been the best-tasting tacos of my life, that a life-defining culinary moment slipped out of my grasp, never to return. Which is to say, I really get the Panda Express thing.
As for how the extraction worked out -- everything healed up very quickly. I was eating solid food much sooner than I expected, and there was very little pain overall. Quite a different story when I got subsequent teeth extracted in the US (where they put me under for the procedure). That was some really unpleasant stuff to recover from, and all they gave me for pain was 800mg Ibuprofen. Maybe I just got a really good dentist in Mexico or maybe it was something about different methods and drugs but, apart from the bone-sawing trauma (which was in mostly in my head), the overall experience there was a lot faster, less painful, and came with much better drugs.
posted by treepour at 7:07 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
I was awake and lucid the entire time. All I had was novocaine (at least I think that's what it was), but it was by the far the largest injection of novocaine I've ever received. My face was literally swollen with it, as if I'd somehow stuffed a tennis ball into one side of my mouth. Usually in the US, they barely give me enough novocaine to keep me from screaming, then roll their eyes whenever I ask for a tiny bit more as if they're enabling a junkie's habit. Here, they weren't taking any chances, for which I was very grateful.
The most disconcerting part was when they had to saw a bit into my jawbone; I remember a loud whine, a sense of tremendous pressure on my jaw, a weird burning smell, and occasional bloody fragments of bone flying out of my mouth. That was the first moment I actually felt concerned that maybe I'd made a bad decision. Oh well, too late now.
After the procedure was over, they stuffed my mouth with gauze and gave me a prescription for some really good painkillers.
Not long after we got back to his family's house, the painkillers did their job and put me right to sleep. When I woke up, I could finally feel my face again, and the pain was surprisingly manageable. I stumbled about the house in a daze for a little while. It was night, and it seemed no one was home. It dawned on me that I was hungry and thirsty and didn't know what to do about it. I knew I couldn't drink the water; I think I found some soda in the fridge, but didn't want to drink that; and I figured I shouldn't really attempt to eat solid food.
Thankfully, my partner's sister emerged from another part of the house; I mumbled in broken Spanish about being thirsty and she offered to run to the store to get me some orange juice. For some reason, she didn't think even bottled water would be good for me, but I wasn't going to complain. Orange juice sounded great.
Not long after that, my partner and his brother returned; they'd gotten some street tacos and they smelled OMG SO UNBELIEVABLY GOOD, like Plato's archetype of street taco perfection. I begged them to let me try a bite; they said we should ask my partner's sister when she got back.
When she got back, I pleaded with my partner to ask her. She was appalled at the suggestion. No way. Absolutely not. I imagine her words were something like "What, are you trying to kill him? He just got surgery and you're going to let him stuff his mouth and slather the open wound with questionable meat he probably shouldn't be eating anyway?"
Alas. I'm still convinced those would have been the best-tasting tacos of my life, that a life-defining culinary moment slipped out of my grasp, never to return. Which is to say, I really get the Panda Express thing.
As for how the extraction worked out -- everything healed up very quickly. I was eating solid food much sooner than I expected, and there was very little pain overall. Quite a different story when I got subsequent teeth extracted in the US (where they put me under for the procedure). That was some really unpleasant stuff to recover from, and all they gave me for pain was 800mg Ibuprofen. Maybe I just got a really good dentist in Mexico or maybe it was something about different methods and drugs but, apart from the bone-sawing trauma (which was in mostly in my head), the overall experience there was a lot faster, less painful, and came with much better drugs.
posted by treepour at 7:07 PM on June 13, 2012 [1 favorite]
My son had 4 wisdom teeth removed this morning. I didn't take any video or even a single picture.
posted by COD at 7:12 PM on June 13, 2012 [2 favorites]
posted by COD at 7:12 PM on June 13, 2012 [2 favorites]
His nurse is the fatest talking person I've ever heard. WTF?
posted by You Should See the Other Guy at 7:45 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by You Should See the Other Guy at 7:45 PM on June 13, 2012
I did not videotape my husband when he got all his teeth pulled at once, nor did I videotape my daughter after her wisdom teeth were extracted, so both experiences will stay in that realm of truly weird vivid dreams that you are sure actually happened but couldn't possibly have. However, I have my daughter's wisdom teeth in a bottle on the windowsill, so it must have happened after all. I'm just not sure human beings can possible be that bizarre.
posted by Peach at 7:49 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by Peach at 7:49 PM on June 13, 2012
Interesting. When I got my wisdom teeth out, I didn't rave comically, but I did cry just like this - random uncontrolled weeping, though I didn't feel sad. My mom postulated it was an unconscious memory of the trauma of surgery, but I guess it's just a sodium pentathol thing. I don't remember feeling all that out of it, just kind of half asleep in a dozy manner.
posted by Miko at 8:53 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by Miko at 8:53 PM on June 13, 2012
Is it safe?
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 8:58 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 8:58 PM on June 13, 2012
My dentist gave me a prescription for a couple of Halcion tablets for my extraction. I took one an hour before my appt time, had someone else drive, (although I apparently kept saying that I felt fine, and I should drive since I knew where we were going), once we were at the dentist, I kept telling them that I didn't feel anything, and I was pretty sure this drug thing wasn't going to work...or so they tell me. I don't remember the appt. Or the drive home. Or about 2 hours after we got home. But apparently, I was hysterical.
So, perhaps people who are exhibiting behavior about which they are unaware, have been given one of the classes of benzos that tend to wipe memory, but leave the person conscious.
posted by dejah420 at 9:10 PM on June 13, 2012
So, perhaps people who are exhibiting behavior about which they are unaware, have been given one of the classes of benzos that tend to wipe memory, but leave the person conscious.
posted by dejah420 at 9:10 PM on June 13, 2012
Stuff like this fascinates me. I never ever remember anything when I am drugged up like this. For my wisdom teeth the last thing I remember is being given a pill and told to lie down in a dark room for a bit, next thing was being at home 9hrs later playing a video game, no recollection of anything in between. For an upper GI all I remember is being told to roll to my side for a shot and poof a day gone. When I broke my ankle I am told that I relayed these stories to the nurses and kept talking so long they had to dose me 2 more times before I was out enough for them to fix it. I remember none of that at all. The brain and the chemicals that interact with it are amazing.
posted by M Edward at 10:26 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by M Edward at 10:26 PM on June 13, 2012
All I ever got for my wisdom teeth was some novocaine (and in one instance, lidocaine) and some decidedly non-goofy pain pills for after.
When I had the second bottom one out, the hygienist stabbed me in the lip with the scissors when she went in to cut the suture. It felt like someone pushed on my lip with a finger.
When I had my top ones out (like maybe a week apart), the -ocaine used made the appropriate side of my face so numb that it felt like my nose was running on that side.
I was working overnight at the time, so my trips to the dentist were cutting into my precious sleepytime.
I was only two Dwarfs: Sleepy and Grumpy. I got home and back to bed before I made it as far as Dopey.
posted by Mister Moofoo at 10:35 PM on June 13, 2012
When I had the second bottom one out, the hygienist stabbed me in the lip with the scissors when she went in to cut the suture. It felt like someone pushed on my lip with a finger.
When I had my top ones out (like maybe a week apart), the -ocaine used made the appropriate side of my face so numb that it felt like my nose was running on that side.
I was working overnight at the time, so my trips to the dentist were cutting into my precious sleepytime.
I was only two Dwarfs: Sleepy and Grumpy. I got home and back to bed before I made it as far as Dopey.
posted by Mister Moofoo at 10:35 PM on June 13, 2012
What you have here is a kid that's clearly never, ever, been high before. Poor thing.
posted by ZaneJ. at 11:23 PM on June 13, 2012
posted by ZaneJ. at 11:23 PM on June 13, 2012
After my wisdom teeth extraction, I just remember collapsing on then couch, listening to the Beatles and sobbing because John Lennon was dead and it was all so sad.
posted by ChuraChura at 5:58 AM on June 14, 2012
posted by ChuraChura at 5:58 AM on June 14, 2012
(this was in 2006)
posted by ChuraChura at 5:59 AM on June 14, 2012 [4 favorites]
posted by ChuraChura at 5:59 AM on June 14, 2012 [4 favorites]
With wisdom teeth and with colonoscopy, all that happened to me was about four hours of flatulent unconsciousness. Apparently, anesthetic and I get along like Jekyll and Hyde.
All I knew was it went drip-cold, drip-cold, drip-DARK. Then I opened my eyes and my Mom is kind of looking at me all hangdog and I was like, "Wha?" and she said, "They moved you out of the recovery room. They said you should be awake any minute. That was three hours ago."
posted by Scattercat at 6:06 AM on June 14, 2012
All I knew was it went drip-cold, drip-cold, drip-DARK. Then I opened my eyes and my Mom is kind of looking at me all hangdog and I was like, "Wha?" and she said, "They moved you out of the recovery room. They said you should be awake any minute. That was three hours ago."
posted by Scattercat at 6:06 AM on June 14, 2012
I started to wake up toward the end of my wisdom teeth extraction, and could feel them removing chunks of a broken tooth. It was just pressure, no pain. I experienced a sense of elation and hilarity and thought, "I'm going to have to recommend getting wisdom teeth extracted to everyone! This is fun!"
posted by Coatlicue at 7:43 AM on June 14, 2012
posted by Coatlicue at 7:43 AM on June 14, 2012
He's very Forrest Gumpy.
And he sure was pampered. As I recall, my wisdom teeth were pulled out pretty much like any other teeth.
posted by pracowity at 8:09 AM on June 14, 2012
And he sure was pampered. As I recall, my wisdom teeth were pulled out pretty much like any other teeth.
posted by pracowity at 8:09 AM on June 14, 2012
My experience was similar to yours, Scattercat. I remember sitting in the chair, being fitted with a mask, asking a couple questions about a picture I saw on the wall, and then asking when they were going to start.
I asked that question after waking up from a two-hour nap, apparently.
posted by emelenjr at 8:21 AM on June 14, 2012
I asked that question after waking up from a two-hour nap, apparently.
posted by emelenjr at 8:21 AM on June 14, 2012
As I recall, my wisdom teeth were pulled out pretty much like any other teeth.
It really depends on your teeth and how they end up developing. In my case, one pair was fine (I still have them, in fact!), and the other pair was so messed up that they were not only impacted, but also growing sideways. I had to have them removed by an oral surgeon (as opposed to a regular dentist), and it involved cutting open the gums beneath my molars, breaking up the wisdom teeth and then removing them in pieces.
Because I really don't enjoy the recovery period from general anesthesia, I requested that he do it only with local; surprised, he tried to talk me out of it, but I was not dissuaded. The procedure itself was not really that bad and took less than 20 minutes, but a little bit before halfway through, the surgeon, not being used to doing this particular operation on conscious patients, hit me directly on the gag reflex with one of his tools.
I'm not sure which of the two of us was more embarrassed when I vomited blood all over the both of us.
posted by infinitywaltz at 10:58 AM on June 14, 2012
It really depends on your teeth and how they end up developing. In my case, one pair was fine (I still have them, in fact!), and the other pair was so messed up that they were not only impacted, but also growing sideways. I had to have them removed by an oral surgeon (as opposed to a regular dentist), and it involved cutting open the gums beneath my molars, breaking up the wisdom teeth and then removing them in pieces.
Because I really don't enjoy the recovery period from general anesthesia, I requested that he do it only with local; surprised, he tried to talk me out of it, but I was not dissuaded. The procedure itself was not really that bad and took less than 20 minutes, but a little bit before halfway through, the surgeon, not being used to doing this particular operation on conscious patients, hit me directly on the gag reflex with one of his tools.
I'm not sure which of the two of us was more embarrassed when I vomited blood all over the both of us.
posted by infinitywaltz at 10:58 AM on June 14, 2012
Pampered? Heh. My wisdom teeth were also growing sideways. As they erupted, they were aimed right for the newly straightened teeth my working class parents had scraped up $3000 to fix with braces, like a battering ram aimed at a set of bowling pins. No way in hell were those teeth going to be allowed to come in on their own.
posted by Miko at 12:08 PM on June 14, 2012
posted by Miko at 12:08 PM on June 14, 2012
Luxury! MY wisdom teeth were so crooked, they grew in in somebody else's mouth. We pulled them out with tow hitch, and installed them in an empty lot as playground equipment. And we were lucky to have them!
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 12:12 PM on June 14, 2012 [2 favorites]
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 12:12 PM on June 14, 2012 [2 favorites]
You were lucky! We had to eat ours, ground up with gravel sauce on top.
posted by Miko at 12:13 PM on June 14, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by Miko at 12:13 PM on June 14, 2012 [1 favorite]
You had gravel sauce? Well pardon me, didn't know I was in the presence of royalty!
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 12:16 PM on June 14, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 12:16 PM on June 14, 2012 [1 favorite]
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