John's Wisdom Teeth

John has been pretty "lucky" with his teeth, for the majority of his life, up until a few months ago that is.... Back in December we were at a Christmas Parade and he asked me for some Advil, I asked him if he had a headache, he said no a toothache.  Needless to say, a few days later he was at the dentist.

 He had an infection and needed to have a root canal.  Apparently he has a baby tooth that never came out, and the adult tooth is sitting up there crooked and never came down.  (Now we know why Ashlee has had to have some major dental work done.  She also had a tooth way up in her cheek area that had to be forced down).  He was put on antibiotics for 10 days and scheduled for a root canal, piece of cake!

A few weeks after he had the root canal, he developed another toothache.  This time on the opposite side.  A few days later he went to the dentist, the dentist couldn't find anything obvious, so he told him it has to be his wisdom teeth and sent him to an oral surgeon.  Long story short, John had all four of his wisdom teeth removed on February 12th and it has been anything but pleasant for him.

John was sedated for the procedure, and it's a miracle I got him home and in the house without hurting himself.  It took the nurse and I about 10 minutes to get him in the car and once he got in the car, he face planted himself into the center console.  I finally got him in his seat and buckled in and as we were leaving he started playing with the visor, he was checking to see if he had lipstick on!  As I drove home, I had one hand on him and one on the steering wheel.  It was like he couldn't control his head and he was saying stuff and then he would go to sleep.  Once we got home, it took about 20 minutes to get him from the car into the house.  He was very "loopy", he could barely walk, he was wondering why his feet wouldn't work.  I had to hold on to one side of him, while he held on to something else along the way with his other side.  I finally got him to the living room, turned for a split second to get him some Kleenex and he had fell off the couch on to the floor.  I knew I was stuck, there was no way I could lift him.  I grabbed him a pillow, put it under his head and told him to stay there.  Unfortunately, he didn't listen.  He crawled to the couch, got himself back up on the couch and almost fell off the arm of the couch.  I finally got him to stay put, and by this time he was asking for pain medicine.  There was no way I could leave him at home and go to the pharmacy to get his medications, so I called my mom (who was getting ready to go bring my grandpa home from his prostate surgery) and she came to watch him while I went to the pharmacy.

While I was at the pharmacy, John started to become semi-conscious again, he was a little aware of what was going on around him.  When he finally came completely to, about 3 hours after his procedure, he didn't remember anything.  He doesn't even remember getting home.  He was definitely out of it!

The plan was to have the surgery on a Thursday, John would miss work Friday, Monday was a paid holiday, and he would return to work on Tuesday.  Things didn't go as planned, John was in a lot of pain and had lots of swelling. The pain medication wasn't working real well at controlling the pain, and the medication was making him, drowsy, nauseous and dizzy.

By Monday morning, John had went through and entire bottle of pain medication, so I took him back to the oral surgeon.  The surgeon said he may or may not have a dry socket, and said we needed to wait a day or two more to know for sure, and prescribed a new medication for him.  Tuesday morning, John got up and got dressed to go to work, but he was in so much pain, he just couldn't do it.  All day Tuesday he was in pain, the new medication wasn't working.  Wednesday morning I took him back to the oral surgeon and they started to treat him for a dry socket.  The surgeon cleaned the area, packed it with medicated gauze, and within minutes, John had relief!

 John still has packing in his mouth, every couple of days he goes to the oral surgeon to have the packing changed.  Tomorrow he goes in, hopefully for the last time and has the packing removed for good.  Saturday was the first time in 10 days he had an actual meal to eat.  He is finally back to work and able to eat some food.  Hopefully in another week he will be back to a 100 percent.

John says he is never having his wisdom teeth taken out again !!! Ashlee and Mikayla say they are never having theirs taken out!