A tooth puller, literally!

I had a wisdom tooth out yesterday.

Here are the stages of mental preparation I went through.

1-Realization: when I connected all the dots and realized that the intense migraines I had been having the last few weeks were caused by wisdom teeth that looked like this:

2-Denial: the dentist set the date for the surgery, but I still didn’t fully internalize what was going to happen.  Denial is bliss!

3-Sheer terror: I decided to learn a little more about the procedure.  A certain youtube video showed me a little more than I needed to know.  After a few seconds of watching it, I was in shock, tears rolling down my eyes, and scared out of my mind.  So much cutting with the scalpel, the SCALPEL!  In my mouth!  I am not prone to swearing, but in this case, it was appropriate.

4-Getting my zen back together: as the day and the hour drew near, I needed to build my mental fortress.  I explored all the things I was afraid of: being cut, possible long lasting nerve damage, the trauma of a medical procedure to the body, those first few seconds in the chair as the dentist is laying out all manners of needles, knives and drills…I needed to go through each of these things in my mind, fully accepting each fear, accepting the reality of what I was going to go through.  Only then could I get to the stage of mental fortitude that I knew I needed.

5-Focus: as the hour drew near, I settled into a deeper level of being.  More quiet, more serene.  Ready for battle.

6-Surrender, and patience: in the chair, all I had to do was open my mouth and surrender.  I focused on breathing and relaxing.  After all, I have given birth to a few babies, and that required a bit more courage than dental surgery.

45 minutes of work by two amazing Moroccan dentists.  They did an awesome job.  I felt more sorry for them than for me, they had the really tough job.  I managed to open my eyes after a while and watch what they were doing.  But thankfully I couldn’t see into my own mouth.

The best part of all is that I was able to come home to an empty house, the kids were over at my mom’s.  If that’s what it takes for me to get some alone time, then so be it!  I have not been home alone for a day in years!  Well, maybe a day here and there.  Hubby is also planning to take the kids to the beach this weekend, so I can rest some more.  Thank you honey!

Now I just need to rest, which is always the part I am worst at.  The pain is manageable.  I can’t open my mouth or chew much.  There are stitches in there!  The medication helps.   It’s a strange irony that now that I have some actual TIME to blog, I am kind of loopy and so this will not be my best writing.  However, I am well versed in the art of compromise, so please indulge me in my medicated mediocrity!


8 thoughts on “A tooth puller, literally!

  1. Abdurrahman says:

    You sound pretty lucid to me! You and your beloveds are always in my prayers! May you be talking and chewing with the best of us very soon.

  2. Oh Nora! You’re fantastic!!! I’ve been trying to call since yesterday to find out how it went, but then realized you probably couldn’t talk much. Thank you for sharing so honestly, deeply and profoundly CREATIVELY the journey you just went through. And one you know I know, in spades….All amazingly human, and done, in your writing, consciously. When we go thru these things we can help others, as a guide, in the going thru. The steps for the hard times or scary things, may be universal and true for most all such conditions.Thank you for finding out that part of your “rest” is the unleashing of your creative expression. Because it is a gift to us all.

  3. Fouz says:

    I will not read your post until tomorrow evening, I have an appointment tomorrow to remove two wisdom teeth.
    I hope you’re feeling better.

  4. Hafsa says:

    3la slamtek Nora! Glad to hear that all went well after all!
    “medicated mediocrity”? sounds like whatever medecation you’re taking has a great effect on your writing skills! Can I get the brand name?! 🙂

  5. Fouz says:

    You know even when I decided to give up reading your tooth pulling story, I had already read enough to make me feel so scared the next day. I dragged my feet to the doctor but all went well, I didn’t need a big surgery, only two stitches….The pain killer helped a lot….slept and rested all next day…..I hope you’re feeling much better.
    Looking forward to reading more of your stories.
    Warm regards,

    • I’m glad to hear that it went well for you. Didn’t mean to scare anyone. But fear is the door we all have to go through. Get lots of rest and make sure to treat yourself to something nice. My splurge was a bottle of soda and a chocolate bar, just for me.

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