Blehhh…
i’m SOOOO glad that getting your wisdom teeth removed is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. i couldn’t eat anything before the surgery, so on the car ride over to the dentist i kept feeling really nauseous. my mom and i sat in the waiting room for about 5 minutes until they called me in, and then my dentist gave me two shots of anesthetics (one in each arm). for some reason though, all i could think of was how i could never do speed or any other kind of drug that’s taken intravenously because although i’m almost 20, i’m still scared to death of needles. WHAT KIND OF NORMAL PERSON HAS THOUGHTS LIKE THAT??
so then they tell me to count to ten, and i’m pretty sure i reached to about two or three before i was completely knocked out. apparently the whole process only took about 40 minutes, and then they took me to our car in a wheelchair and had to wake me up so i could get in the car, but i don’t remember all this. i do remember coming home and trying to get out of the car by myself, which was a bad idea because my legs completely betrayed me and collapsed on me. traitors. luckily my dad was there to catch my fall and he helped me stagger and stumble my way to the nearest bed (it was worse than being pissed) and then i passed out for 5 hours. i woke up about an hour ago but i still feel really woozy and lightheaded; it’s like i’m kind of having an out-of-body experience. sometimes i really do think something’s wrong with me because all my friends said that i should be fine after about 5 hours, but i still feel pretty sick.
oh, and disappointingly enough, my cheeks aren’t even puffed up. yeah, i actually WANTED chipmunk cheeks. haha. -_- it just hurts a lot and feels like someone punched me in the jaw…
