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I spend a lot of time out of my home country, where insurance from family took care of things better than the options here. That meant I had mine out later than I should have, and my jaw was very tight and sore for months before.
The teeth were coming in way wrong, almost horizontal apparently. They were also under the bone, so they had to chip to get them out. That meant I *had* to go under.
"Okay, now, we're going to count to ten and you'll be out... 1... 2... Wake up, we're done."
Then a bleary ride home, and some pain in my mouth. I was asleep before I hit the pillow. The next day I took off work, sat around being lazy and drinking fruit smoothies. The day after, I was back to work. The most annoying part of the whole thing was having gauze packed in my mouth all day.
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