Hey Freak!

If, for no other reason than to ask a question that you're rarely asked, I'm asking... who wants to share their wisdom teeth stories?

Me? I had all four pulled at the same time. Well, not at the exact same time... I had all four pulled during the same visit. Three of 'em came out easily; just one quick tug, and they were gone. But the last one? Holy shit. The dentist literally had a foot up on the chair so he could brace himself and get that little extra pull, and it still wasn't coming out. It didn't hurt (thank you, novacaine... but really, can't I get the gas just once?), but I could totally feel that thing stuck in there. Well, after much loosening, and about a half an hour, it finally came out. I was nice and bloody by then. But they shoved about eight things of gauze in my mouth, and I was good to go.

So, your turn. Let's hear your wisdom teeth stories. Hey, I think I'll declare today to be Wisdom Teeth Wednesday!

OK, that was lame.

Just give me your damned stories, K?

Mine have been coming in for four years now, and have truly jacked up my mouth and even shifted my jaw sideways so that nothing lines up anymore. And the headaches? Oh, baby.

I've never been to the dentist, as I never had insurance, but I'm hoping that it can be covered by my new health insurance card, as it's also caused ear problems from hell. (Ha! Beat that!)

Does anyone know if oral surgery is covered under medical or dental insurance? (Although after some of those stories I'm scared shit/witless about going in!)

i had mine done by a maxillofacial surgeon/MD/DDS. can we say "overachiever?" LOL. but it was awesome, except for the IV part. i apparantly have tricky veins. but i got gas AND novacaine and vicodin for later, though some get percoset. i couldn't really walk that well, and was really sleepy for a long time, but i watched a ton of bad movies and ate lots of pudding and soup. i was sooo high. i don't think i had been that high since i was 15. but yeah, it was all 4 at the same time. i almost wish it had been one at a time, since the effects were so awesome. oh, and to answer the question above, my surgery was covered by delta dental insurance, so i'm sure that most (if not all) insurances cover at least a good part of it.

I had one removed under a general by a surgeon. He did such a good job, I managed the pain with ice-packs and paracetamol

I was told at 15 that I'd never need them out. Then when I was 22 and living in Serbia, pregnant and stressed, the the upper left one starting coming in, impacted, and got infected. It was about 1/8 in, and swollen and pussy. So they decided to take them out. They couldn't put my under general because of the pregnancy, so they were just going to try to pull it out with no anaesthesia, and had a surgeon standing by in case it broke on the way out and then they'd jab me with ONE shot of local and dig in. All I can remember is sitting there with three heads hanging over me yabbering on in Serbian while could only understand half of what they were saying, scared, unable to ask questions, and then soooooo happy when it came out in one piece! The others, still in there somewhere @@

I had all 4 of mine pulled at once, too. (I was 18) It was very uneventful. They were pulled with relatively little problems, I went home, slept the rest of the day, and then I was fine. hee. I'm like Wolverine, with my regenerative powers!

I was like you...all 4 in one visit. I did get the gas...so it was all good. (until it wore off)

I just remember lying there waiting...quietly giggling to myself. Calming myself down, taking deep breaths...telling myself "control the laughter, control the laughter." Hearing the man next to me say, "What's wrong with her?" Looking at him, after calming down...then the control was gone, and I burst into laughter. He and two nurses were watching me, laughing at me. "Oh, she's getting her wisdom teeth out today."

Never had such a good time at the dentist.

I only had three wisdom teeth. Had the first one removed a few months back after it broke. Didn't get them all removed at once as I was leaving a few days later for an overseas trip. Anyway, my oral surgeon is the best, and it only took like thirty seconds. Healed up nicely. Then last Friday I had the other two removed. These were the bottoms ones and it took him about three minutes to yank those things out. My jaw is still sore, but it seems as if everything has gone OK.

I had all four of mine removed at the same time as well, when I was 25... late bloomer. They actually hurt for a whole year before I would have them pulled, I was trying to deny the pain. A couple of them were impacted, and I don't remember anything about the surgery, as I think that I was knocked right the hell out by whatever it was that they gave me.

Right before they knocked me out, as the stuff was at its peak before surgery, I said "I am FUCKED up!" and the helper laides were all like "Oh my!". And I said "Oooh, sorry about that ladies!" They reassured me that it was alright.

I only had 3 of 'em. I had them taken out a year and a half ago at a regular dentist with a local and gas. I would've loved to be out, but couldn't afford it. No good shit for me.

All in all it wasn't too bad. I was high on gas and he was pretty fast, although at one time he had to stand up and pull while the assistant held my head in place. Good times.

I'm late to the party, but here's my story.

I got two done when I was 15 and two done when I was 17. The two when I was 15 were lowers, and were severely impacted.

I am afraid of needles. Psychotically, frantically afraid of needles.

So we're sitting in the "conference" a few days before oral surgery and the doctor says, blah blah, and we're just gonna give her an IV drip to knock her out and blah blah."

And I freaked out, and said, "No needles, no IV, no needles." My mom tried to calm me down but to no avail. So of course the doctor said something like, "Okay then Rose, we can find some other way to make you comfortable. Do you want to step out to the lobby while I go over the such-and-such?" and I left them to talk alone.

Turns out the solution was, an hour or so before the surgery, give me another pill to loop me out so bad I wouldn't even care that they were going to stick a fucking needle in my arm. So that pill backfired, and we were at the "regular" dentist's office in the same building for my sister's dental exam, and I got completely paranoid and freaked out and was crying in the corner of the waiting room out of anxiety and fear for the upcoming surgery.

When they took me into the room they wouldn't let my mom go in with me and I was scared shitless - then they wheeled the IV over and they told me to hang on, they were just going to give me a "pinprick" and I completely lost it, and tried to jump out of the chair.

Picture it. My mom standing in the doorway of the exam room. Doctor holding down my right arm. Nurse holding down my left arm. Another nurse holding down my feet. Just praying they can hold me still enough to put a fucking needle in my arm.

They were so afraid I was going to wake up in the middle of the procedure and rip the needle out of my own arm that they left the Valium drip in there for the whole damned procedure. I woke up at home about seven hours later.

I only had 2 to begin with and they didn't start coming in until I was about 27. I had them surgically removed, but woke up half-way through surgery. I'm am apparently tough to keep anesthetised (sp?). After I had terrible dry sockets, which they had to keep shoving gauze in. I left town for a long weekend in anther state and started to have terrible jaw pain. I thought that something I ate had lodged itself in one of the sockets, but it turns out that the last time I had visited the Dr., he had not removed all of the gauze. It had been packed in there for days and was mighty gross when I finally removed it.

I only had my lower two come in. They weren't bothering me at all because they hadn't even broken the gum line yet, but I was in Basic training for the Navy and they decided they needed to come out.

Never, ever allow anyone in the military to operate on any part of you unless you are about to die, because they suck.

I was not put under because I needed to be out of there as soon as possible and able to march back to the barracks. Soooo... I got a couple of shots of Novocain and they went to town with a pair of pliers... yes it was really just a pair of normal pliers. I just about jumped up out of the chair, but I was afraid they would just knock me back into it and start pulling.

The one on the right side came out pretty easy but the left one broke into pieces and they had to spend about half an hour pulling it out piece by piece. The whole operation took a little under an hour and I was back on the street shortly after that.

I was given some ibuprofen and told to catch up with my company at the chow hall for breakfast... oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I had to get up at 3 am to be there at 3:45 i5 minutes early for the 4 am "operation" (read torture session).

I got to the mess hall and joined my company clutching my 24 hour Light Duty Chit, and sat down to "eat" breakfast. For the most part it consisted of soaking bread in milk until it became mush and swallowing it as best I could. For the rest of the day I took advantage of the light duty and got to walk at the back of the company as we went about our normal day. The next morning I came off of Light Duty and was back to marching with the company and running PT. I am pretty sure I had dry socket like a mofo since they never changed the gauze, in fact I ended up pulling it out myself after a couple of days because it was so scabbed up with blood and old food.

All in all it was the most horrendous experience in my life, and I would never wish it on anyone. I ended up loosing about 30 pounds right in the middle of boot camp because I couldn't eat solid food for over a week. I can only imagine what it would have been like to have all 4 pulled.

I had 4 taken out when I was 19. I only had a couple of novocaine shots which didn't completely numb the pain. Unfortunately, one of my teeth was so far impacted that when the dentist opened up the gums, he actually had to break the tooth while it was still in my jaw by putting something like a screwdriver on it and then hitting it with a hammer -- he had me brace my jaw with my hand. Worst. Pain. Ever. I spent three days afterwards sucking down fettuccini alfredo, and I learned the hard way not to eat pizza until the holes completely close -- a piece of crust got into one, and I spent half an hour making stupid faces while I tried to use my jaw muscles to squeeze it out.

I had all four pulled a few months back. I was completely knocked out so basically I woke up to a mouth full of gauze and the taste of pennies.

And then I went home and made very best friends with Tylenol 3.

I had mine removed by a surgeon. I, too, do not remember the ride home, but my mom says she drove with her hand against my chest to keep me from slumping forward and hitting the dash (thank goodness she didn't have a stick shift in those days!).

After I got home, my mom put me to bed LYING DOWN. Worst mistake ever. I drooled (mouth slack from anesthesia), and when I woke up, there was blood *everywhere*. It took me about ten minutes just to get someone's attention, b/c I couldn't open my mouth loud enough to scream.

Then, I had this huge clot on the top of my mouth, so I couldn't swallow anything. Had to get rid of that.

I took about two weeks for my mouth to heal, and I couldn't eat solid food at all until the very end of the two weeks. I got a McDonald's hamburger (y'know, McSofty), and it took an hour to eat. I'd have to pull off little pieces, put them on my tongue, and roll them against the roof of my mouth. Fun times.

So, basically, for two weeks of my life, I reverted back to baby food, pudding, and yogurt. The baby food was actually pretty good

Maine, I'm glad I'm not the only freak with more than 4 wisdom teeth.

All four out at age 20. No pain, no swelling, no bleeding. Goooooood times. I had laughing gas.

I was in the chair talking to the staff. My life was like a DVD where you could skip the boring part. The very next thing I knew, I was coming to. An elderly lady was coming to at the same time. My dad was with me, and her husband with her. I told the old man, "MAAAAAN...you gotta try this stuff maaaaan..."

Later the nurse came by to check up on me. How I love that woman. I was making these outlandish professions of my love for her. It was embarassing.

why did you have to post this now? i'm driving my roommate to have 3 removed tomorrow and now i'm freaking out because I can in no way handle puking!

I had all four removed at the same time. They gave me something to knock me out, and all I pretty much remember was as they were sticking the needle in me, they said "This'll take about 15 sec..." and that was the last thing I heard until I woke up,without my teeth. I'm assuming they were going to say "This will take about 15 seconds to take effect." but I don't know.

As for the aftermath, I spent the rest of the day at home, but I was so bored I was ready to go to work by noon. I had no pain, no dry sockets, nothing. Not a bad experience for me at all.

I had mine pulled the week before prom. My mom made me lime jello while I dozed on the couch. I HATE JELLO!! Especially lime. But you know what? She was so sweet to do that for me because she knew I wouldn't be able to eat anything for a while. I ate a huge bowl of it so I wouldn't hurt her feelings. And 21 years (ouch!) later, she still doesn't know.

Like you, I had all of mine pulled in the same visit. Mine weren't trying to come in, but since I had braces before my dentist said it was necessary to have them taken out to avoid messing up anything. Fortunately they put me to sleep for it so I didn't feel shit! I've had the gas before but it wasn't due to any teeth being extracted. The gas was great. Being put under was great as well, although since it was my first time being put to sleep I was all paranoid. I kept thinking "what if I don't wake up" But it was okay. Kinda gross though, they had to actually cut my wisdom teeth in half then extract them. When I came to everything was fuzzy and I didn't even know who my own mother was. I kind of just woke up with one of those "who farted" looks on my face. When I was able to get up and walk around, they sent me home with my wisdom teeth in a small manila envelope & a prescription for Vicodin. I was great until they started to wear off. My cheeks were so sore and I was miserable that first night. A friend recommended sleeping on a bag of frozen peas to reduce the swelling. So, taking his advice I ended up waking up on a green pillow. Yes, the peas somehow stained my pillow. Luckily I didn't end up with any bruises. Another one of my friends had her wisdom teeth pulled and she ended up with these horrible black and blue marks around her mouth. I did however end up with chipmunk cheeks for about a week & a half which kinda sucked since my cheeks are already chubby as is. So yeah, that's my story.

I have no wisdom teeth. Dodged a bullet, I guess. It actually gave them room to spread my teeth out when I had braces.

Maybe I'm just highly evolved. Now what to do about that appendix and coccyx.

Heh. coccyx.

I had all four taken out at the same time, and because it was at the same time as some other dental work, I was completely under. I guess the process went well according to the gal who gave me the run down afterword, but the funny thing was... (besides the fact that she was a complete fucking liar) I didn't stay under the whole time, and I remember waking up and hearing, "Oh, This is bad. This is really, really BAD! We need more gauze NOW" Evidently, the teeth were just still buds and the surgeon had the nerve to DIG them out... yes, DIG. And i had only been scheduled to pull the two that had mostly formed. (I found this out later from my personal dentist) Little spouts of tooth from my poor jaw. It took days for my soccer ball looking face to return to normal.... black and blue and swollen all over.

i am a dentist and i am a werido and i am going to kill myself because i am ugly boring meningless and stupid on the indide and out-nobody loves me and everybody hates me-by the way i am a prostidude not a dentist my life is very bad it is bad bad bad bad bad bad

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