ANOTHER ONE!

After talking to Karina just now, I got excited about this again and decided to post. Posting two days in a row is probably a record for me. So anyway, today I woke up extremely late due to sleeping ... extremely late. I ran a few errands with my mom, played a lot of DS, and just basically hung around the house. Not too much excitement happened today so I'm going to talk about last Friday haha.

Last Friday I got all four of my wisdom teeth pulled. :[ I was quite stressed about it Friday morning and kept comforting myself by thinking that I would be put to sleep. My dentist is in Berkeley so their office was, of course, ghetto and tiny. I was put in a room and all of a sudden a huge man comes in singing "IIIIIIIII'm coming up so you better get this party started.. ". He was the assistant for my actual dentist and his singing and silliness eased my nervousness a bit. So my actual dentist came in and quickly went over the procedure with me. I wasn't really listening; I was just watching him unwrap and sterilize the needle for the anesthesia. The assistant placed an oxygen mask on my face and turned on the laughing gas. I was a bit woozy while my dentist started to stick the needle in my arm. I closed my eyes preparing to get completely knocked out..a few minutes passed and I could still hear the soft elevator music playing in the room. I started to panic and in my completely drowsy and drunken state, I asked my dentist if I was supposed to be hearing the music. He told me "things are not working very well right now and no, you're not supposed to hear anything". Those are not words a patient who's about to get teeth pulled should hear!

So he continued to poke me in both my arms and still couldn't find my vein. After about 5 holes in my arms, he decided to just increase the laughing gas and continue with the surgery meaning that I would be fully awake and would feel some of the pain. Needless to say, the next 45 minutes WAS NOT FUN. If the damn laughing gas didn't make me that out of it, I would've demanded that he continue to poke me until the anesthesia worked. So anyway, I heard all and felt some of the sawing through my gums, the splitting of my teeth, and definitely the yanking. Afterwards, I left the office with a bloody mouth and extremely unstable footing (the gas still had affect). After the surgery, I was prepared to feel the pain that everyone's been telling me about but surprisingly, I felt very little pain. I'm still a little unsure why but the only discomfort I felt after the surgery up to today was just nausea from the gas. I'm hoping I just got lucky and that the pain won't suddenly creep up on me now. Soooo, my Friday was excellent...how was yours?

Sorry this post was wordy and long but I didn't know how else to say everything. On a side note, I just came across this photo.
Guess who these minis are trying to impersonate!