Anne’s doing the chipmunk cheek thing today. She had the last three of her wisdom teeth removed earlier this morning and I got to stay home so I could drive her to and from the appointment. So far she’s not in any major pain and she should be able to stop putting gauze in her mouth within the hour, but the Doc loaded us up with perscriptions just in-case things go badly once the numbing agents wore off. They said to expect some bruising and swelling, but so far nothing other than the added puffiness of having cotton lining her gums has happened.
Of course, this is a proceedure I’ll have to undergo myself in the not too distant future. I still have two of my wisdom teeth in and they’re slowly going to hell in a handbasket. Mine came in straight and there was enough room in my jaw for them, but the space is too cramped for my toothbrush so keeping them clean is a near impossibility. I’ve been meaning to have them yanked for awhile now, but held off to do Anne’s first because her’s were actually causing her pain and headaches whereas mine aren’t bothering me much as of yet. Still, the day looms near on the horizon and my little molars are trembling in their sockets.