The only bad thing about the actual operation was when I could feel them cutting through the nerve when they were sectioning the last tooth. (They cut each tooth in half before snapping it out.) Recovery was another story. I turned into Mr. Poofyface and if it wasn't for the sorta-beard the bruising would have had most people thinking I got into a fight. Then there was the not being able to eat anything... while my mom cooked all of my favorite foods for everybody else.
I'm just glad I can eat again!This public annoucement has been brought to you by the number 'q' and the letter '¶'.