i had mine taken out in 94 when i was 20. i had no choice since one of them was compacted, growing the wrong way essentially pressing against another tooth on the inside giving me horrible pain.
i remember overhearing the doctor say "this is not good" just before i passed out. i was like wtf?
as soon as i got home, you're required to take the gauze out and replace them with new ones, and that has to be one of THE most gruesome experiences you'd probably have. can't believe how much blood you could spit out......and the worst thing was it takes forever for the damn thing to stop flowing.
so after maybe 1 hour of constantly replacing the gauze, i just sorta gave up and stopped using the gauze and just kinda let the blood accumulate, lucky for me the vicodine knocked me out for a good hour and a half and there was less bleeding.
but back then i was a poor blue collar working guy so i had to work right away (the surgery was on a friday, i was back at work tuesday). my coworkers called me chipmunk cheeks
