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Monday, December 30, 2013
Candid videos: Coming out of the sedative!
Ahh, winter break. A time of baking cookies and wrapping presents. Driving around looking at Christmas lights, and cozying up with a mug of hot chocolate. Being sedated and having your wisdom teeth ripped out of your face.
Yes! I know! Why would I schedule my wisdom teeth removal for my winter break?! Because starting in January, my insurance is changing, and this oral surgeon wouldn't be accepting my insurance anymore. I'd already gone through the referral process and been to the consultation, and my teeth were hurting every day. I couldn't wait any longer. So I did it.
Please keep in mind that while I'm writing this, I'm doped up on a lot of stuff. Like, a lot. Like, I have had to backspace for every word of this entry because my fingers are all moving at different speeds. My brain's a little fuzzy and I'm having a hard time writing things that make sense.
I was awfully nervous on the way there, but I knew I had to go. There wasn't really any alternative - they had to come out! So on the 27th of December, the hunnybun drove me across town to the oral surgeon's and we waited in the waiting room. I said a little prayer and I tried to think about how much better my teeth would feel a week later. (And that I probably wouldn't die because I was so scared of it and I feel like that's gonna come out of nowhere.)
Finally, they called me in and hooked me up. The doctor said, "In about thirty seconds, you'll be feeling pret-ty good."
I said, "Yay."
And then I got very dizzy and remembered nothing. The next thing I can recall is the nurse helping my off of my chair. I kind of wanted to slide down it and just stand up at the end, but she made me put both of my legs on the same side and stand up that way. I guess she's right, it's probably safer.
So they called my hunnybun in and he helped me out the back door (yes, they send all the doped-up toothless wonders like me out the back door so as not to terrify the other patients with my puffy face) and he put me in the car. I don't actually remember this, you know.
He has helped me remember a lot of things I would've forgotten. He says that, as soon as he walked in the door, mumbled, "Yeah!" and I waved my arms around like a dancing rapper, demanding that he give me a high-five because I was so proud of myself. That's when he realized... he should be filming.
And the next three videos are the result of this realization.
When I saw these videos, I laughed so hard my face hurt. Of course, my face already hurt, but it got worse. I sound incredibly drunk, but I swear I'm not. I'm hiccuping uncontrollably, presumably from the sedative.
So I hope that's added to your holiday enjoyment.
I can't decide if I should be embarrassed by these (I probably should) or if I should just accept that this is my true self, exposed to the world, and I should be fine with it.
P.S. I have no idea what "ground beef chicken broth" is. But I clearly intended to have some.
I have to get back to drooling and binge-watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia now.