Yikes

I had my wisdom teeth out about a week ago. No big deal, really. A lot of puffiness, sleeping, soooo much applesauce.

The right side of my face still hurts a lot. I cannot tell if it really hurts or if it is the memory of what happened that is playing tricks on me. Even thinking about it makes it throb a little bit harder.

My main concern in all of this wasn't the non-existent insurance, nor was it the pain. I didn't even care that it was happening over Thanksgiving. All I kept asking the doctor and the nurses was, "So, I'm going to be super unconscious right?" I kept saying it. I called before and asked. Even when I was lying in the chair, vision blurring from the laughing gas, I asked repetitively, "I'm not going to be awake, right?" Everyone assured me that I would count back from 10 and wake up with gauze in my mouth.

LIARS.

So I'm sitting there with laughing gas when the doctor comes in and ties that thing to the top of my arm and asks me to ball my hand into a fist. I do, turning my face away, biting my lip, knowing he was going to stick a needle in my arm. I hardly remember unballing my fist I fell asleep so fast. The very next thing I remember which felt like a second later, my mouth is propped open and there is a very strange cracking noise. Apparently three of my teeth popped right out like cabbage patch kids, but my tooth on the bottom right of my mouth had to be cracked into pieces and taken out. I woke up during this, not understanding what was happening. I started to cry and scream at the doctor, "You promised, you bastard. You promised! I'm awake! I'm awake! You forgot to put me to sleep, you jerk!" This went on for a couple of minutes, during which time I also was hitting the doctor with my weak and feeble fists. They had to tie me down and give me more sedation.

So are the massive bruises and horrible pain on the right side of my face really my fault? I didn't know what was happening! I keep hearing that sound, and it makes me nauseous and upset all over again. That's something I'll never forget.

OH, then the next day I was watching Seinfeld, and it's the one where Elaine can't get a doctor to see her, because "Difficult" is written on her chart. But, really, it wasn't my fault.

Completely Needless to Say

...but Tuesday was amazing. Some friends and I ended up in downtown Seattle, where this was happening.