I get what you’re saying about “safe” foods getting old fast, but honestly, I kinda leaned into it. Like, it was the only time in my adult life I could eat nothing but mashed potatoes and pudding for days and have a legit excuse. I mean, who’s judging? My dentist literally told me to avoid anything crunchy or chewy, so I took that as permission to live my best carb-and-dairy life.
But yeah, the mental checklist is real. I’d stare at a banana for five minutes trying to decide if it was too stringy. The weird part for me was how everyone had different advice—my friend swore by cold soup (which… ew?), while my cousin said ice cream was a no-go. Honestly, after the second day, I started questioning if all this caution was overkill. Like, is one rogue rice grain really going to ruin everything? Maybe I’m just impatient, but I survived with zero complications—just a little boredom and a lot of mashed cauliflower.
Guess it’s one of those things where you have to find your own balance between paranoid and practical.
I relate to that “safe foods” fatigue—after my last extraction, I basically lived on applesauce and scrambled eggs for a week. It does get old fast, but I was too nervous to risk dry socket, so I played it safe. Honestly, the conflicting advice is everywhere. One dentist said ice cream was fine, another told me to avoid dairy entirely. I think you’re right—it’s about finding that line between being careful and not driving yourself crazy. In my experience, patience paid off, but I definitely missed crunchy toast by day three.
