So after a couple of days in terrible apprehension and frustration, the cogs started to turn.
They grinded.
After a couple of days of having my gums swollen, I finally decided looked up on the internet the symptoms that I experienced, and soon enough I found what could have been it. Pericoronitis.
To save you some trouble of looking it, it's basically an inflammation of the gum that usually sits over the wisdom teeth. There's also a little flap that develops that food particles can get into, causing it to get infected.
Yet despite all of this, I was too late.
The next day (Saturday), the gum got infected. There was this little white spot on the gum, which my parents thought was actually the tooth coming out, but I was suspicious. Convincing myself that it was an infection, I started to gargle warm saltwater twice everyday for two days. Despite it all though, I couldn't stop the inevitable.
One night, after gargling some warm saltwater, my gums started bleeding a little more then usual. I went upstairs and looked into the mirror, and before I knew what was happening, my mouth started flooding with blood. The swollen part bursted open and thick, dark red blood started gushing from my mouth.
It lasted for a few minutes. I was lucky to be over a sink.
To say it was traumatizing would be overboard; however, it is something I won't forget anytime soon. Most likely, the memories will probably stay with me for the rest of my life.
Perversely, in the end I got my wish. The day that I couldn't chew, I fervently wished that I could eat again.
The day that the blood rushed out of my mouth, the swelling went almost all the way down. I could chew almost all the way again. It was almost unnatural to do so.
In the end, I was left with crazily tender gums, some unforgettable memories, and tidbits of paranoia creeping on the edge of my mind.
Unfortunately, that's not the whole story...
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