wisdom teeth run thru

let me run y'all thru this, because many of you have taken great interest in my recovery (i'm looking at you twice stop-over courtney ;), and desperately-seeking-info erin) and this seems like it could be a semi-interesting post idea. at least a step up from the norm.

soooo....i arrive, freaking out internally, in sweatpants and my paramore shirt (which btw, i'm totally pissed about this---i went and sat in that gross waiting room and surgery chair, and was too high when i got home to change clothes or shower. EWW.) 

and they ended up being like 45 minutes behind schedule. so i just sat there, rocking back in forth for like an hour because mother had to be there like 15 minutes early. 

finally my name gets called. mother stays behind. nurse makes me walk back and get her after she asks if i'm 18. i'm not 18 dumbass. 

we get into the surgery room. it's creepy and sterile. nurse-woman "surgery assistant" straps me in with velcro to the suprisingly straight chair. my heart is visibly beating much faster than normal, as they've got a heart monitor on me and the whole building can hear the BEEPBEEP going super fast. i also have many other things attached to my body including some sort of IV (which freaked the hell out of me thus quickening the pace of the heart monitor even more!!!) and a few of those paddy things with cords attached to my love handles. don't know why. 

the surgery assistant tried to get me to relax by saying that the velcro strap is nothing--i could easily break out of it if i wanted to. what the hell is that supposed to mean? 

anywho. they put the laughing gas mask on me (after asking 20 times if i had been under laughing gas before: YES ASSHOLES LET'S JUST DO THIS), and i start breathing deeper & deeper until i can't hear my loud-ass heart monitor. 

then the next thing i remember is wanting to lie the fuck down in the solitary recovery room, laughing really hard, and being yelled at by the surgery assistant for not sitting up. 

yes it actually happens like that, for those who have not recently undergone surgery--you really don't remember anything after that damn mask. spooky. 

then i couldn't feel my chin/lips for a long time. .... then after the numbing went away, i began to realize that MY MOUTH FUCKING HURT. and i've been numbing the pain with meds ever since (see that word play?)

thanks everyone who stopped by. and thanks for the ice cream. :)