This is the bonus article that I promised to write, in addition to a four-part article, about my experience with oral surgery. In case you missed the four-part article, you can read them first, Dental Death Sentence, The teeth cleaning, chopping, sharpening tools, scary experience, The consultation, cry baby, I want my teeth and The Surgery: Wasn’t as bad as I thought.
Now that the trauma is all over, I can smile with relief again. I am eating corn on the cob. I feel some of it getting lost in my well of toothless ‘holey’ gum. Give me a minute. I will be right back. “Why?” You must be thinking. Yes, give me a minute. I need to go gaggle. Thanks for your patience. I had just gone to gaggle. You know, it can be a little difficult to get used to a new routine. Gaggling after everything that goes into my mouth is a routine that I have to endure for now. Frankly speaking, I have tried to skip it but the open wound in my gum was not thankful, so, I had no choice but to comply.
Funny enough, I don’t know how long I have to continue to gaggle. I just thought about it this morning too. I was not asked to go to my dentist for a follow up on the wound. Perhaps, I just have to believe that I will fully recover and there will be no complications. Although, I was given a pamphlet that talked about what to do after oral surgery and it only required going back to the clinic when you have complications. So far, there are no complications and I hope to stay that way. I don’t want to go back.
Now, I am smiling. Did I tell you that I got my teeth back? Yes, I did. And, guess what I told my family and friends? I told them that I can now open Bukola Museum of Entertainment to display my teeth for public viewing. Wait a minute…. It’s not going to be free. However, I will have family and friends’ price, special day price, and fan’s day price. That way, I could add more items to the museum. While I was telling Grandma Annette and Grandpa Jim (you met them in my last article, The Surgery: Wasn’t as bad as I thought), Grandpa Jim said, “Maybe, you should take out all your teeth so that the museum will have everything in it.” And I screamed, “Noooooooooooooo.” Instead, I said, “I will add some of my clothes, and other stuff.”
To cut the long story short, I am just happy now. I already have someone shared her tooth extraction story with me on Facebook for sharing mine. It may feel overwhelming, especially, if it’s the first time, but I assure you that it is not as bad as you may think. The uncomfortable feelings on one side of my head had disappeared and I just need to have my ‘holey’ gum heal so that I don’t keep poking on it whenever I am brushing my teeth.
So, can you see the big hole in one of the tooth?(See post featured picture). That is my tooth number 31. To avoid such happening to you or your loved one, go for dental examination. It is easier with kids. In addition, you will not need to have two teeth vacate your mouth, or that of your loved one to a point of no return.
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