I first noticed it during my uncle’s funeral in 2016. Okay back stories will be the death of me but let me explain, my uncle was like a second dad to me. The person you’ve known all your life that you thought you’d never have to live without. But here I was having to give a speech, representing the nieces and nephews but somehow the left side of my jaw did not want to co-operate. In spite of that I gave my eulogy speech (or whatever you call it where you’re from) to a crowd that seemed to be hanging to my every word. All the while thinking WTF is going on with my jaw?
Enter August 2017 and my jaw starts acting up again, this time more swollen and more painful. I could barely chew at this point. I remember having to liquidate bread at one point (yup THAT bad!). The left side of my face looked like that moment when Bruce Banner is midway transitioning into The Hulk. Went to see the doctor and they had to perform a surgery on me. I got lost in thought when I heard the word “surgery”. I did NOT like surgeries, I still don’t. It was the previous year when we had to bury my uncle because of a botched up surgery. Lord help me, I was terrified.
As terrified as I was I wasn’t going to swerve the operation, it had to be done. I bet you’re wondering where I’m going with this but just hang in there, allow the dramatic to unfold. The anesthetic they injected me with did not work (which is crazy since I don’t take alcohol), I felt EVERYTHING! I could feel the bottom side of my face getting sliced open and them doing whatever they were doing. When they were done I started feeling pain in my left shoulder (it felt like my shoulder was the one that got sliced). I later found out this was because by the massive amount of nerves that this area had.
I was one good, right? WRONG! March 2018 the left side of my jaw gets swollen again. Now I’m getting seriously irritated, especially considering that I had forked out close to 200 bucks on this (at the time of this article that’s at least 400 bucks). So I went to see Dentist K, who I saw the previous time and he just did a draining to reduce the swelling and gave the revelation that my wisdom was acting up? Wait! So the surgery was NOT necessary? All I needed was to get my tooth pulled? Smh.
While I waited to fully heal from the drainage so I could my tooth pulled that full healing never came. A month later I scheduled an appointment with Dentist K and like that trash dude after having his his way with a girl, he ghosted. $#@*&!
I needed a plan and quick, I needed to get this over and done with. Impatience was becoming my middle name. After a few phone calls I finally got refereed to Dentist M. Dentist M definitely looked like life was all heads up for him, nice car to match. So Dentist M pulled my wisdom tooth out but it did not leave peacefully. At one point I thought it would never come out. Three years of pain, what an abusive relationship that was. After its removal got shown my tooth and was asked if I wanted to keep it. Staring face to tooth at the monstrosity that was wrecking havoc on my jaw and no sentimentality whatever.
So yeah my worst experience turned into my best experience because I feel free now and my jaw is loose now (don’t get any ideas). Don’t be made a slave by your bodies.