That's right, my wisdom teeth, the source of all wisdom, are gone. I think I should apologize in advance if this post makes less sense than usual, because I'm pretty groggy right now and intend on going back to bed as soon as I've finished writing. The whole surgery experience went better than I though in some ways, but worse than I thought in others.
First up was the 'consult'. Basically, Dr. Drobrovolsky told me that there are lots of very good reasons why he should remove my teeth, and none why he shouldn't. Well woot, wasn't that what I was there for? He also told me he would be putting me to sleep because that would be nicer for me. Again, I already knew this. Then some waiting around and form-signing and then off to the surgery room.
When I got into the surgery room, they made me put on this hat thing for my hair, and then the anesthesiologist asked me some random questions (what school do you go to, etc) and then asked my if I was ready for the needle as he was jabbing me. I didn't actually hear what he said because everyone was talking so fast, so I said "pardon?" and he repeated the question and then said he hoped I was ready because it was already done. It actually hurt when he started pushing the anesthetic in, but then my arm went all cold. He told me my throat would start tingling and then it did and before you could say "Jack Robinson" I was out. Seriously, one second I was wondering what was up with my throat and the next I was waking up.
Waking up in the recovery room was the worst bit because I was so disoriented. They don't show you it before hand, so all of a sudden you just wake up in some random room with other random people on the beds next to you. As I was waking up, I didn't know what the heck was going on and I got a little scared. I know, I'm a wuss, but I couldn't help it. I was so groggy and there was nothing familiar around me and there was no one to tell me what was happening. I woke up thinking about Mark, and I think I tried to call out for him but it came out as more of a wimper as my mouth was really dry and I had a whole bunch of gauze in my mouth (which I totally did not know about until I saw the nurse take the gauze out of boy #1's mouth beside me). Anywho, I think a nurse heard me, because she came over and I think she told me to go back to sleep for some reason, but she may have said don't go back to sleep. I'm not sure which. In any event, I didn't and tried to take note of my surroundings instead.
Boy #1's sister was brought in and Boy #2 (Ashton kutcher hair guy) and Boy #1 as well as girl # started waking up. After the nurses got Ashley (the sister, or Girl #2 if you prefer) up (she didn't want to wake up apparently) they got all of us out of bed and explained stuff and made us drink ginger ale. I hate ginger ale. And then off to pick up my perscriptions, where I was stared at by many young children and pointedly NOT stared at by adults, and then home.
Actually, I felt really good yesturday because I still had the freezing in and I wasn't completely doped up like today. And on that not, I shall leave you and go to bed. Congrats for making it to the end of the novel lol.
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woot! going well! when i came out of my surgery when i was ten i kinda screamed because it was pitch black. But then i learned there was a large sleeping mask on me, and the world had not died and left me, alone, alive.
ROAR! You never told me that Rabe! Ok here is a horror story for you Mare, so you can feel better about your surgery. I know this girl and she went and had her wisdom teeth removed. When she woke up, she randomly started to talk about Chopin and couldn't put on her jacket, then she walked out to the car, and her mom drove her home, and put her in bed. However, she really hadn't woken up- she was still under sedatation and was not conscious of her actions or aware of what she was doing until they pulled into her driveway. She had no idea how she went from lying down on the table to her house. She spent the better part of an hour slowly and painfully coming out of sedatation until she woke up when the cold January air hit her face. You know her too, actually. Her name is Fleg.
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