When I had my impacted wisdom tooth extracted last February 5, I was, for a few weeks, practically disabled. No strenuous activities, no never flex a muscle!
I couldn't stand food particles trapped in between my first molar and my third molar (a.k.a. wisdom tooth) leading to bad breath and worse damage my other molar. By the way, I had my second molar extracted a long time ago.
So I went to the dentist, where she checked it up and advised me to have an X-ray of it - a panoramic radiograph. I came back afterwards, and was told that indeed my wisdom tooth was growing horizontally inclined and that the better option over continuous flossing, which is close to very ineffective, was to undergo an oral surgery.
I was too brave, no second thoughts - I just wanted to have it extracted once and for all.
Man, it took about one and a half hours. It was hell but at last.
All because of this, I had to turn down invites to play badminton on weekends and was really limited to doing light activities only. I had to be too mindful of my surgery. I couldn't afford any more bleeding because it sucks big time. The rancid taste of it, the offensive smell, a swollen face - no, no, no!
Now, I'm happier. Good riddance!