JackReacher said:
Yeah. I was told that, in my case, I should have little to no swelling, and that I shouldn't experience too much pain; some the first day, maybe a tad the second, but that's it.
You. Suck. No, really, I hate you.
Let me put it this way, the actual surgery was the most fun I had for the next two weeks. I was knocked out. They said count back from 100...I believe I made it to about 98. When I woke up, I wasn't at all dopey or whatever...I could have driven myself home.
I bled for almost six hours afterwards. Had to change my gauze when I got home and I have a really sensitive gag reflex, so when I went to shove more gauze in the back of my mouth, I threw up blood for about five minutes.
I couldn't open my mouth wide enough to do more than shove a spoon (and more gauze) in for several days. I lived on jello, pureed potatoes and chocolate milkshakes for days. I swelled up like a balloon (I had serious chipmunk cheeks). I was allergic to the pain meds they gave me, so after the second day of recovery, I had to switch to straight ibuprofen because they wouldn't prescribe anything else for me.
Once the swelling went down, I could feel the stitches in my mouth and while it wasn't the first time I had stitches, it was the first time they were in my mouth and it seriously felt like there were about 20 in there. And it freaked me out.
AAAND I bruised. All the way up into my eyesockets. I looked like I was recovering from a boxing match or had an abusive boyfriend at home who had been smacking me around.
The biggest hell I've ever been through and I've been to the ER with various injuries. I had to get them yanked because they were pushing my back teeth in such a way that it was giving me daily migraines. Thankfully, they yanked them all at once so I never have to do it again.