.:Wisdom Teeth:.

Yesterday. 

5:00PM.

I entered the Dentist's office. 

There I sat with a numb mouth.

I heard horrible noises, and I felt a terrible pinching in my two bottom Wisdom Teeth. The numbing substance made me shake, and I became very cold. As I lay there in anticipation of when the horror would be over, there were several times where I was inclined to reach up and grab the dental assistance arm (the inclination to do this was due to the spiking pain I felt at random in my bottom teeth). 

6:00PM.

My mom walked in, and without even the knowledge that my top two Wisdom Teeth had been removed, I was done. Before leaving the Dentist's office they informed me that they had nicked a bone on the lower right hand side of my jaw and that the swelling on that side would be quite greater than the other side. As I returned upon my home, I began to cry from the frustrations of a swollen mouth. However, I was comforted when I slipped into a warm bath and remembered that this pain wouldn't last forever. 

Later that Night.

As my mom gave me my pain pills and retired to bed, I began to watch "Breakfast at Tiffany's". Just when I was somewhat comfortable and I thought the horror was over, I began to feel uneasy and nauseated. I tried to sip water and I had some yogurt, but despite my efforts, the nausea only began to increase. I spent all of last night and early this morning in and out of consciousness and attempting to puke in hopes that I would be relieved of this poisonous feeling. 

As of now...

I am in severe pain, for I am scared to take my pain meds. For every time I seem to try and attempt to take pain pills of any sort I become quite ill. And the sickness that I am tainted with after taking the pill(s) is much worse than just pushing through the soreness of my swollen jaw. I lay here in my bed, quite puffed up and pale, in hopes that full recovery is not to long away. 

In the sense of recovery:

"There's no elevator, you have to take the steps."