It took five days of eating near liquid food before I could open my mouth wide enough to take a decent solid bite. My jaw had protectively locked itself… forbidding me to put anything that could potentially cause the dreaded “dry socket”. But after five days, I couldn’t think about the chocolate cake sitting on my counter for one more second. I had to try and take a bite. My face was swollen and my jaws creaked, but it went down my gullet. And I was in heaven.

I think I went a little crazy with food on that fifth night. A Friday night. I stopped myself short by laughing at myself when I realized I was going from cupboard to cupboard taking hand fulls of solid food and shoving them into my mouth. I was doing it partially because I was starving but mostly because I could finally do it. I took solid food for granted.

The pain from the wisdom teeth removal was more of an annoyance than anything. It was a constant dull ache that was manageable enough to allow me to function but also nagging enough to be exhausting.

To take the prescribed Vicodin wasn’t much help either way. I found myself more irritated by the way it simply made me feel sleepy. Not only was I still in pain, but I was also too sleepy to do anything worth while. Sometimes it’s better just to stick our chins out and drive on.

Just for kicks, I dug up my previous blogs about the saga of my wisdom teeth. Bored? Check ‘em out:

March 24th, 2007 Jabber and the Bestial Roots
August 13th, 2007 Frick and Frack In My Mouth

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