if you've ever had your wisdom teeth pulled, you know what i'm talking about. i had mine pulled a couple summers ago. first, they made me watch a video about the potential risks of having the procedure done. there were some obvious ones like vomitting, upset stomach, etc etc. the last one was possible death. did you get that? POSSIBLE DEATH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! oh well, the doc must know what he's doing.
so later that week as we pull up i noticed something awesome. the doc's partner in open mouth surgery was cocayne. i am not shitting you. it was probably that right there that put my mind at ease enough to finally get it done. so i go in, and right off the bat they put me in the oh so comfy dentist's chair (you know what im talking about). they put the N2O mask on me and left. they come back 5 minutes later noticing that it did nothing to me at all, so he injected me with the anesthetic (sp?). that knocked me out like a light. i woke up about 5 minutes after the operation, and had to be dragged to the waiting area where my mom was. i was still gone, my head was spinning so fucking fast.
anyway, we got in the car to go to wal-mart to get the pennicilin i needed to treat it at home. my mom went in and i just kinda sat in the car. the whole time, blood, spit, whatever else was accumulating in my mouth. i had a stuffy nose, so i basically could not breathe. i looked around for people, and saw no one. i opened the door of the car and let all the gunk run out of my mouth (the muscles used for spitting were too weak, so i had to make due). it was at that point that i look over to my right and see some elderly woman staring at me. she bolted inside. it was at this time my mom came back.
"how ya feelin'"
"great, we gotta go...NOW."
damn that day sucked
so later that week as we pull up i noticed something awesome. the doc's partner in open mouth surgery was cocayne. i am not shitting you. it was probably that right there that put my mind at ease enough to finally get it done. so i go in, and right off the bat they put me in the oh so comfy dentist's chair (you know what im talking about). they put the N2O mask on me and left. they come back 5 minutes later noticing that it did nothing to me at all, so he injected me with the anesthetic (sp?). that knocked me out like a light. i woke up about 5 minutes after the operation, and had to be dragged to the waiting area where my mom was. i was still gone, my head was spinning so fucking fast.
anyway, we got in the car to go to wal-mart to get the pennicilin i needed to treat it at home. my mom went in and i just kinda sat in the car. the whole time, blood, spit, whatever else was accumulating in my mouth. i had a stuffy nose, so i basically could not breathe. i looked around for people, and saw no one. i opened the door of the car and let all the gunk run out of my mouth (the muscles used for spitting were too weak, so i had to make due). it was at that point that i look over to my right and see some elderly woman staring at me. she bolted inside. it was at this time my mom came back.
"how ya feelin'"
"great, we gotta go...NOW."
damn that day sucked
