Well, I got my wisdom teeth out today, about five and a half hours ago. Was it worth it? I’m actually not sure yet, but I think I checked yes.
I had laughing gas, anesthesia, and novicane all in one day. After the surgery, since I hadn’t eaten in about eleven hours, I scared everyone by having what I guess was a massive sugar crash, or a seizure, or something. They hooked me up to some saline, and after a while I was fine. They also gave me some extra… something. Morphine? I don’t know. I was loopy.
Apparently I kept repeating the same conversations over and over with the boyfriend. I’d be like, “Hey, the used laughing gas on me.” and he’d be like, “Really? Did it work?” and I’d say, “I’m not sure. I still felt nervous, but I was floaty.”
Ten minutes later: “Hey, they used laughing gas on me.”
“Really? Did it work?”
“I’m not sure. I stil felt nervous, but I was floaty.”
I was also really confused as to how I got my glasses and my jacket on. I was told someone gave them to me and I put them on, but as far as I’m concerned, they just appeared. D says I also told him this several times, although I don’t remember that either.
What I do remember is them trying to see how coherent I was, and asking me if I liked Brad Pitt.
“Of course I don’t”
“Why not?”
“He’s a louse.”
(It’s true, you know)
“Well, if you don’t like Brad Pitt, who do you like?”
“Hugo Weaving… No! No! My boyfriend! I like D.”
Those tricksters.
D says I told him this many times as well.
But all I remember telling him is that he had to stay. And I do remember saying that over and over.
“You have to stay here. You have to stay here. You have to stay here with me.”
And I forgot to ask for my teeth.
The up side is, I have tea bags in my mouth, and they taste like chammomile tea.