I'll never take my mouth for granted again

I got my wisdom teeth out Tuesday, and I pretty much never want to have surgery again, like ever. I realize this might seem a little over dramatic, after all I only had four teeth pulled, there was no swelling, I'm a seemingly easy patient. However, it's all the other side effects that are killing me. For example, I came home Tuesday around 10:30 a.m., and spent the rest of the day sleeping, save for every hour when my mom would wake me up, shove some sort of dairy product in front of me and hand me one of three pills. I then would go to sleep, wake up an hour later, and puke up the last hour's consumptions. Yeah, I don't think we'll have to worry about me becoming addicted to oxycodone anytime soon, I have absolutely no desire to ever touch the stuff again. I also never realized how much I would crave having a clean mouth. Sure, you can "brush" your teeth. But that mainly consists of doing small circles on your front four teeth, because I still can't open my mouth all the way without wincing. Granted, I've never been a hygiene freak or anything, I didn't think it would be that big of deal. But the day that I have free range of my mouth and all it's functions again cannot come to soon.