So at my first weekend at Munich I did nothing, I spent two whole days in bed because my wisdom tooth, which by the way is quite stupid, was really painful. The teacher and the host grandmother pitied me and told me to go see a doctor. I didn't want to at first, the pain had already subsided by then, but the next day it started to throb again that I panicked and went to the dentist.
So the all-busy dentist told me I must get my four wisdom teeth operated. ALL FOUR! The first appointment will be in two weeks, which was quite ridiculous, really, because by then I didn't feel any pain at all. But she was the dentist, and I could not bear the thought of turning restlessly in bed in agony, and depending on painkillers. So I said OK, we'll operate. The first operation was last Tuesday.
I thought it will be easy. The dentist promised it would not take longer than half an hour, so what harm could be done in a half hour? My appointment was at eleven, and I was called in at 12:30. So much for the punctuality. He greeted me with "Feeling a little nervous now, huh?" And I merely shrugged, I wasn't nervous, I SIMPLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS TO COME.
So they started with an anastasia, I don't care how it was spelled. All went numb. He cut open my gum, the helper started to use the sucking straw to clean the insides of my mouth. Boy was I naive. I thought she was cleaning saliva away. She was sucking away blood, for God's sake! And she used some stick to keep my mouth open, and scratched the side of my mouth.
He played around with my gum a little. Then he told me my tooth was stubborn, and started to use some sort of sawing machine to cut away the bone that stopped my tooth from going out. And sawed and sawed away, applying force as he did that. I was lying there looking at the two faces crouching over me concentrating on my stubborn tooth, and I thought, this was just like in the movies. Then he started to pull it out, and the tooth was still stubborn so he was all but holding on to my head to yank it away. The tooth "jumped out" (quoting him) and his shirt got all dirty with my blood. Serves you right. But I was so nervous I laughed.
Then he started on the upper wisdom tooth which was actually harmless. This is "more difficult, because I couldn't see it properly" and he started to turn my head around, repeating the process. Torture was shorter, thank God. Then he started to sew it up. I was like, who in the world sew up gums?!! But since he was working with my mouth I could not speak. I must go there again to take the stitches out.
After the operation I was so brave I went with the class to BMW-Welt, we had a guided tour there. But halfway through the anastasia was wearing off and I started to hold on to walls. So I went back home.
I woke up on Wednesday with a pillow dirtied with blood. And a big cheek. This is no joke, okay, I already got big cheeks and the swelling didn't help. I skipped class, they were doing charity work, going to a Lebensmittelspende and a centre for help to the homeless. In the afternoon it was a visit to an old-folks home, I missed out the fun. BTW do you know that they actually collect foods that are already past expired date, but still edible, to give away? One of the receiving ends was schools, and I thought, so this is why we got crap foods.
You know Bell's Palsy, right? You know how the face got senget. Same thing here, I have a non-symmetrical face. Anyway. I don't feel well at all. I have diarrhoea, from the different sorts of medicaments I took. I shivered from cold on a bright sunny spring day, and caught a fever. It was funny, actually, sitting there at KFC dozing off to sleep while shivering like I have the demam kura. Haha. And I am freaking HUNGRY!
