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My family has a messed up dental legacy that left me with several extra teeth by the time I was 17. In preperation for getting braces put on I had to have these supernumeraries removed along with my wisdom teeth. All told the oral surgeon removed 9 (!) teeth at one time.
I remember being under (not all the way under, just the hazy kind of under) and being jolted by the force that the surgeon had to use to get the teeth out. After leavng the office I felt like I'd been on the receiving end of a severe beating.
The drug-free route wasn't much of an option after and I remember a rather hazy week of vicodin induced comfort.
The healing wasn't that bad for the extras, but my wisdom sockets took a rather long time to heal. I remember having to use a syringe filled with salt-water to spray out bits of food that would get stuck in the holes. Needless to say my breath was pretty funky for quite awhile after that procedure.
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