The Whole Tooth

I had all my wisdom teeth extracted on Saturday. Ouch.

I don't remember the anaesthetist counting me out or anyone even telling me that I would feel drowsy at any time. I remember the muscle relaxant because everything went blurry as my eyes lost focus, but I don't actually remember much after that.

I remember coming to. Everything was black, but I could hear someone asking me if I remembered where I was. I tried speaking, but could hardly even mumble. A few hours later, I walked out of the hospital feeling very groggy. I still had dried blood all over my chin, and the inside of my mouth felt like putty.

Recovery was a few days at mum's. Most of the first day was pills and sleep. I still have stitches in my mouth where one of the teeth had to be cut out of my jawbone, but they should disintegrate after a few days.

I came home today, just a few hours ago. Now my legs are hurting more than my mouth. Sam was going on his daily jog, trying to get overly-fit to join the army, and I asked if I could come with him. It was all with the intention of waking up my metabolism which had been slowed by the general anaesthetic. He took me on the run that took him a month to prepare for: four miles of steep hills. I didn't make it all the way; Sam was sprinting for parts of it, then jogging in circles as I caught up. Now my thighs and calves are protesting at virtually any movement. I guess I've just become very used to two miles of flats and stairs rather than hills or rough terrain.

Only the tooth that had to be cut out has been causing me any pain... well, it's absence is painful, but it is much better than it was on Sunday and Monday. I'm guessing that by mid next week I won't be able to feel it at all.