Well since I'm leaving on a mission an my dentist in Canada said I was ok and I didn't need to worry about my wisdom teeth, I decided to do my usual follow up with my family dentist in Colombia and surprise I need them out since one of them decided to made her way out underneath another tooth
Well half way thru my visit was the chosen day to removed my 3 wisdom teeth, 7:30am the torture began although I can't complain my dentist still treats me like a little girl and spoils me enough for me to stay calm.
Poor guy had to put up with a 2.5h procedure and I was very brave and didn't cry or freaked out, I got tons of stitches and I looked like a balloon. :(
I got tons of antibiotics, anti inflammatory and this odd cream to made my gums heal way faster, not to mention a crazy list of recommendations.
I was fine for the first little bit but once I got home ohhh dear the pain hit and I was starving and even better unable to eat.
After not being able to do a thing and caring ice all the time my boys took care of me and came and gave me hugs, brought me ice cream, changed my ice, cuddle me, and watched over my sleep






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