Have no idea what they did with mine and don't want to know! I just know that 2 were pulled out and the other 2 had to be cut out...all in the same sitting.
As freaked out as I was about it before surgery, it ended up being a rather odd, and not all that bad experience.
First off, I insisted that I be put to sleep because I was scared shitless but the doctor refused. Now, if I wasn't asleep during the entire procedure, I have no fucking clue what I was! All I remember is going down and feeling very out of it and then them arousing me to take me over to the recovery room. Felt like no time at all had passed. About a year later, my father was totally confused because he knew how scared I was but when he went to retrieve me from the recovery room, he said that I had a big smile on my face. LOL. Obviously, the man doesn't know much about good drugs.
Other than high as shit and very sleepy, I wasn't feeling much at all. Went home with a pocketful of drugs and went back to bed and slept for several hours only to wake up for dinner. Keep in mind, all 4 were extracted at once. I went out to the dinner table only to find that my mother had made a great big steak dinner for me. Yes, a very big, nice big juicy bloody rare steak which is just the way that I love it. It was a big one too! Took me well over an hour or more but I sat down and ate every last bite along with a big salad and all of the trimmings!!!
Never had any nausea at any point whatsoever. I was on percodan for a week or two and then percocent. Luckily, narcotics don't make me nauseous nor do I have any kind of addiction issues. Strangely, they made me want to clean and eat. Never understood that but have heard from others it did the same to them. It was quite odd because I could eat anything and everything once I figured out how to maneuver the food. The secret is in using your front teeth and allowing the saliva to do it's job and allowing it to help dissolve the food. Takes a lot of time but was well worth it because I ate like a fool the entire time! The only food that I had a problem with were sandwiches and that was because I couldn't open my mouth far enough to stuff them in. When there's a will, there's a way. I just smashed them down to make them thinner and still managed to eat every last crumb. I'm just glad that this was back when I use to be really skinny or I would have had to find a good diet once all was healed and the drugs were gone.
