I and those broken teeth

From the small teeth are not very good, I don't know if it is because of eating too much sugar. I can't remember the things that are too small, anyway, my mother's teeth are not good, and I don't know if there is a relationship between bad teeth and heredity. All in all, I want to complain about the broken things that I and my teeth, especially my wisdom teeth, love and kill each other and accompany each other to old age.

The things I remember about my teeth date back to when I changed my baby teeth at the age of six or seven or eight. At that time, living in my grandmother's house, my teeth were loose and no one cared, and I didn't understand anything, until the newly grown teeth made the old teeth have no place, and I fell off with white rice at the same time as I was eating. Another one was thrown out of my grandmother's yard while chasing chickens and laying eggs with snot and tears and saliva.

One tooth and one pit, the new teeth grow out, the old teeth are still dead and begging for white and refuse to go, it becomes a pit of two teeth. So you squeeze me, I squeeze you, but the old one squeezes too small, the old one dies after all, and the small one is squeezed out nine times out of ten. After the teeth fell, the elders of the family began to preach and teach, and the upper teeth were to be thrown under the bed, and the lower teeth were thrown to the roof, which meant that they would grow in the direction. But at that time, I didn't care about this, the toilet lost one, and the fire burned one. I don't know if my two crooked teeth were the sins I made at that time.

My teeth never wanted to see me after school, and now that I think about those days with toothache, I don't know how I survived. When I was in elementary school, I didn't know whether I ate too much bacon or sugar and ate too much sticky teeth, and the pain made me unable to sleep all night. Anyone who has had a toothache should be able to understand that pain. I remember that I was in so much pain that I used a kitchen knife to ice my face, and finally I couldn't help but prick the sore place with a needle and prick it with blood. I also admired my courage at that time, and I was young and ignorant and was especially capable of doing it.

When I was in junior high school, when people ate walnuts and bit them with their mouths, I could only smash them on the bench or use the door to clip them. In high school, the apples that others had bitten were flesh-colored, and the apples I had bitten were all bloodstained. When I was in college, the foam that other people brushed their teeth and spit out was white, and what I spit out was red.

It is estimated that it is the reason for brushing my teeth diligently and loving my teeth, in addition to my gums loving bleeding, I didn't seem to have any toothache troubles throughout my adolescence. But when I started growing wisdom teeth, things weren't that beautiful.

My wisdom teeth began to sprout in the winter of 2019, and for nearly a month, I didn't want to talk about it. When I was most annoyed, I couldn't even bite the tofu, I couldn't talk in class, and I couldn't swallow the dates and never chew slowly when I ate anything. Went to the pharmacy to prescribe a lot of medicines, every day on time and on time, after eating for nearly a week to get better. Then the doctor's advice is to try not to pull it out. So, since then, every once in a while, I have been in pain, and I have begun to take medicine, and I have been whimpering for more than a year.

Recently, it began to faintly hurt again, thinking that the long pain was not as good as the short pain, so it simply pulled it out fiercely. Searching for information about wisdom teeth on the Internet, there were many opinions, and I was afraid of expensive and afraid of pain, and finally plucked up the courage to hang up the dentistry department of the municipal doctor on January 31st. A check, the doctor said that they are all inflamed, it is recommended to pull out, but today is not OK, let me go to the examination first, the results come out and then come over to pull. So the doctor made a smooth operation on the computer, and told me that it was okay to pay the fee for examination. Good guys, I went to the self-service payment machine to check, a nucleic acid test, a blood routine, a right jaw CT, a total of 370. Shaking made me excited, the light examination fee is so much, the operation fee is not counted, how much does it cost to pull one. So, afraid of pain, I didn't want to draw blood, and I didn't want to do nucleic acid testing, so I slipped out of the hospital.

After coming back, I have been searching for various advantages and disadvantages of pulling wisdom teeth on the Internet, and I originally planned to go back to my hometown to pull out whether it would be cheaper. After struggling for days, on February 4th, I still plucked up the courage to go to the dental hospital. The first clinic I went to was seen on the Us group, after the examination, the doctor said that he could pull it, but he had to take a ct first, and the machine that took the ct at home was broken, and suggested that I pull it again after the end of the year. I thought to myself that I had to pluck up the courage to extract my teeth, and that I only had a few days off a year, and how would I go to work in case I swollen into a bear after the year. So I opened the Gaode map, searched for the nearest dental hospital, and followed.

The hospital was a two-story building that didn't look like it was cheap, and with a hard heart, I went inside and told the nurse at the door that I wanted to extract my teeth. After filling in some basic information, the nurse led me to a small female doctor and left. After an examination, she told me that they took 100 ct here, 500 lower teeth were extracted, 300 upper teeth were extracted, and they were charged according to the specific situation after the filming, and asked me if I wanted to pull it out, and if I pulled it out, take me to take a ct. I said pull, so the doctor took me to the second floor and asked some routine questions, whether I was in menstruation, whether I was allergic to any medicine, whether I had lunch, and so on. Then I started filming, good guy, I have 4 wisdom teeth, 3 of which have all grown, and one of which is protruding outwards. The doctor suggested that I pull out the upper and lower two on the right side at once, because the lower one is a little crooked, close to the facial nerves, so it takes 1,000 yuan to pull the two together. I was very determined at the time, and said, "Then pull it." The doctor Hula took me downstairs to lie down, began to disinfect and anesthetic, and talked to me from time to time in the middle. When I hit the anesthesia, it really hurt, and after two anesthetics, I slowly felt that the right half of my face was unconscious. After a while, about two or three minutes, the doctor began to make me open my mouth and start using various pliers clip hammers to shake my teeth, asking me from time to time if I was in pain, and raising my hand if it hurt. I probably looked at the time, the time when I started to play anesthesia was about 3 o'clock, knocking and beating for half an hour passed, my mouth was about to cramp, still did not pull down, and could not speak, I was in a hurry, she moved my teeth I felt a special pain, so she gave me another injection of anesthesia, but it still hurt. The doctor's tooth is also too strong to be broken while pulling it out. After about 10 minutes of pulling, she left, I got up and spat, and saw her call another male doctor to come and pull me. So I became a pig's head on the board, ready to be slaughtered, and my mouth was open to numbness. Fortunately, it didn't take long for me to hear the click of flesh and blood separation, and I saw the doctor remove a red-opened tooth, and I was relieved to finally pull out one. However, after wiping the blood to stop the bleeding, the doctor told me that the root of the tooth was broken, it might take some time, and my heart suddenly fell to the bottom. Can only continue to be slaughtered. The whole process was so tragic that I felt that I was going to collapse and sweat when I pulled out the back, and finally, I saw the doctor take out the root of my tooth and thought that I had finally pulled out one. To my surprise, the upper tooth was pulled out surprisingly quickly, and after only a click, the tooth was pulled out. At this point, my two wisdom teeth finally left me perfectly, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

It wasn't until the doctor wiped the blood off me, asked me to bite the cotton and sit up and watch her write me a medical record, that I looked at the time, 4:55. For two hours, the whole person was miserable at this time, the face was rubbed by the doctor's gloves, the corners of the mouth were cut out several times by the tools that extracted the teeth, the right half of the face was swollen like a bun, the back was cold sweat, and the head was still a little dizzy, as if it was seriously ill.

Half an hour after walking out of the hospital, the saliva is very much, all blood, I really can't swallow all the vomit, half an hour later vomited cotton, bleeding will increase, squatting in the toilet vomiting for a long time, dizzy. Later, when the bleeding was a little less, I reluctantly swallowed the saliva. At 9 p.m. that night, I drank two bags of yogurt and a bowl of porridge, couldn't brush my teeth, couldn't rinse my mouth, and couldn't eat anything too hot or too cold and too spicy. The wound has been bleeding, and after the anesthetic, it will continue to hurt, and the face is still swollen.

Until today, the third day after the wisdom tooth extraction, I still can't eat hard spicy things, I can only drink porridge, the right half of the face is still swollen, but it has dissipated a lot, mainly pain, pain until now at two o'clock in the morning can not sleep, I never stay up late after work. But I didn't take painkillers, and if I still can't stand the pain tomorrow, I'll go to the hospital.

Writing these words is mainly to record the pain after my wisdom teeth were extracted, and there was a kind of boredom that passed away after a long night of insomnia, leaving some memories for my old self in the future. Otherwise, it won't be long before I get rid of the scar and forget the pain.

Of course, the story of me and my wisdom teeth is not over yet, just pulled out the right two, there are left two waiting for me, the next time I suffer I don't know when it is, I hope next time I don't suffer so much. Even if the wisdom teeth are extracted, my teeth and I are expected to continue to love and kill each other, after all, I still have to rely on them to taste the delicacies of the world, so I must be willing to invest in my own teeth...