Wisdom Teeth

Yep, I got mine cut out over the break.  Tuesday, specifically.  It wasn't bad.  I might as well tell the story from the start.  I went into the room where they had the oddly comfortable chair.  The nurses cordially greeted me and sat me down in the chair where they began to hook up the monitoring equipment.  Then they began the anesthesia which was administered through the needle.  This was sort of dumb.  They stuck the needle in, and told me that it wasn't in correctly.  So instead of taking the needle out and reinserting it, they flicked my vein.  About twenty times.  I'm not a nurse, but that just seems dumb.  They finally decided to take it out and reinsert it. They also didn't give me enough, evidenced by the fact that I woke up during surgery.  Not only did I wake up, I felt them break my tooth.  I felt it.  The next day is pretty typical.  I went home, put more gauze in, took a Loritab, etc.  The next day I decided to not take any pain medication and go out with my friends.  I was totally fine.  It took me until 11 o'clock at night to crash and take an Advil.  Overall, that was the worst of it.  Getting your wisdom teeth cut out isn't that bad.  Actually, I enjoyed it.  I had these enormous chipmunk cheeks on my skinny body.  That was amazing.  I went to church with them and they helped to spark a conversation with my future prom date.  To be honest, I sort of wish my cheeks stayed like that.  It was a good look for me.