I had my wisdom teeth out (all 4 at once!) on Thursday, and it... wasn't that bad. I had expected it to be a horrible, traumatic experience (thanks family) but it ended up being pretty okay. I'm cutting here, because there's surgery details below the cut.
I was given N2O but I ended up declining it, since it made me feel completely crazy. Like, I had no sense of the space-time continuum. I just thought everything was forever and also, somehow was happening twice? It made no sense, and at one time, was totally uncooperative , and shoved the gas mask off my face, because until that point they did not believe me that I was way too high. Way too high. At that point they agreed to give me just oxygen, but the surgery was about half over at that point so... aside from my mental wellbeing it was kind of a moot point. Also, the dentist tried lying to me to make me more comfortable, like "don't worry, I'm not pulling your teeth yet" (he totally was) and "We won't increase your gas dosage" (they did) and my favorite "It won't be uncommon for your saliva to be a little red for a day or so" (you mean it'll have blood? I'm an adult, I know what red saliva that tastes like metal is. Come on, man). Other than the obviously transparent lies, he was a really good doctor,and he took the surgery at a speed I was comfortable with, and despite having to drill through my jaw at one point (seriously, ouch) the anesthesia (septocaine, I think it was?) was always right on point, I felt really comfortable for having someone in my mouth doing a surgery.
It's been a tough recovery, because once the numbing agent wore off, I could feel everything, and I was pretty much sleeping straight through the first 48 hours. This is kind of the first time I've been awake for more than an hour, and I'm spending tonight with some friends, because I was just getting so hum-drum at home. I'm getting kind of sidetracked because I took a painiller dose and I'm getting drowsy, so I guess I'll end it here.
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