Oh man... I feel like a stroke patient. Although the numbness is fading as the local aneasthesia wears off, it is still so difficult to open my mouth to eat.

And now, the pain is starting to set in, the nerve sending the signals to my brain and the sharp yet constant tugging of the right side of my head. I know the pain I'm suffering is nothing compared to millions out there with chronic, debilitating illnesses. Yet, I just wish I wasn't blessed with the additional growth of wisdom teeth.

Having taken out 2 last year seemed like an easy feat and I managed to have a quick recovery. This morning, I was supposed to take out the remaining 2 wisdom teeth on the right side of my jaw, but eventually I left the dentist with the upper one spared (well, from the pain at least, since he did inject it a couple of times with a long needle to numb it with direct LA).
Here's why:
Last year, it took just 1/2 an hour to extract 2 wisdome teeth. Yet this year, even after 1/2 an hour, the oral surgeon was struggling with all his strength to apply pressure as he tried with all his might to pull out the impacted tooth. It was really difficult since it had grown out horizontally instead of upright and he had to find the right angle to pull it out (which apparently was never found).

So after 1 hour, and repeated drilling, tugging, and breaking of my tooth into chips, he managed to pull it out. It was the size of a walnut. I think I must have prayed so much for God to give me the peace that excels all thoughts and guard my mental powers. It really worked cos while I was really worried and fearful (I even dreamt about my wisdom tooth surgery last night), during the actual surgery, I remained rather calm and only flinched a couple of times when I felt pain.

I also prayed that God will give me the wisdom as to whether I should remove the upper tooth today as well. After all, the dentist said that that one was growing normally, just that my jaw was really small and tight. And that it probably wouldn't give me trouble for the next few years, at least. My mum wanted me to just pull out everything, like she did when she was 18 (all 4 at one go under GA). But after 1 hour plus in the dentist chair, and the dental surgeon asked, "So how? Want to pull out the upper one as well?" My mum immediately answered "No no... maybe next week then see how. She looks really tired already." Of course I was. I had to keep my mouth open for like 1 hour! But it really shows how God answers prayers. All the while, I thought the answer would come from the dentist himself. I even asked him what would he recommend but he remained non-committal. And here, the decision was made by my mum, the 1 person that was most convinced I should remove both today. How I love and appreciate God, the Hearer of Prayer.