wisdom teeth

I think 'D-Day' should stand for 'dental-day' or something like that. If it did, I'd officially label yesterday as 'D-Day'... Why, you ask? Well, it just so happens that yesterday I got my wisdom teeth out. Both of them. On the top row. All two of them. Out.

I woke up at about 8ish that morning...no, that was when my alarm went off...that means I didn't get up 'til about 8:15ish :P I was on strict orders not to eat or drink anything (the fast began at midnight, but i'm not one to have midnight snakes and such, so that wasn't a problem ^.^). And I couldn't have forgotten even if I'd wanted to. My precious mum must've reminded me over a hundred times about no food or water, making me daydream about eating delicious goodies and drinking gallons upon gallons of water all the more. I mean, I rarely ever think about eating in the morning, but I just couldn't get my mind off of it! That left little time to think about the surgery (i wasn't the least bit apprehensive praise be to God).

We left the house at about 9:15 and got to the little-office-jigger about five or ten minutes early. The waiting room smelled really funny... And I wonder if their TV is hi-definition b/c the reporters' faces on CNN looked really...well, close. It wasn't at all attractive... Anywho, after sitting in there for a couple of minutes (i never really even got the chance to crack open my book...), the receptionist lady called us back to go over paperwork and what-not... Actually, to be completely honest, I don't really know what she was doing with Mom and Dad...I wasn't paying that much attention =P Anyways, then this tiny nurse with a pink gown-type-thingy on came and took me back to the 'operating room'. She was funny. I don't remember quite what it was that she said...all I remember was that she had me giggling a lot ^_^ I do remember that she was wearing those awful fake teeth when she came to get me...'twas quite comical. She looped her arm in mine and skipped down the hallway. Yes, she was very funny. The other thing I remember was that she was an Alabama fan. In fact, I think just about everybody that works there is...including the head-doctor-type-person. That was about the most nervous I got, knowing that the people who would be cutting into my mouth were Bama fans =P Then they hooked me up to all these monitors and other wonderful machines. I was slightly disappointed that they were all behind me...I like looking at the numbers and stuff and figuring out what it all means... I guess I'm just weird that way XD

Anywho, Doctor Parker finally came in just as I was starting to get a wee-bit uncomfortable with all those lovely wires and such. We exchanged a few words, then he popped an iv into my arm (the only shot i got the whole time...well, when i was conscious that is). He said I'd probably drop off to sleep in a minute or two. The cute little nurse said good-night and told me to have sweet dreams, and I think I nodded or something, but I'm not sure. I leaned my head back on the headrest-thingy and looked up at the movable light-type-thing. It kinda started to swirl around and change colors and stuff; the ceiling started to move...(that was probable the most fascinating part of the whole experience). Then the next thing I know, this other nurse that I'm pretty sure wasn't there before was helping me stand up. I remember staggering up the hall and out the door; I barely remember getting into the car.

After that, my memory goes blank. Mom told me that I said that as soon as I got home, I wanted to 'blog all this so that I wouldn't forget'. Ha! She also said that when we pulled into the drive-way, I glanced at the milkshake we'd gotten from a drive-through and asked her if we'd gone to Sonic (we had...i just can't remember it for the life of me!).

The next thing I remember was walking into the laundry room via the garage. I don't recollect getting out of the car; just walking through the door. My legs were like jelly; I kept teetering from side to side like a drunk person as I slowly made my way to the couch in the living room. Since I'm not allowed to use a straw and I wasn't in any shape to get it into my mouth myself, mom had to spoon-feed me. How embarrassing! But yes, it's true... And the weird thing was that she kept sprouting extra eyes and heads, and the spoon kept multiplying and dividing. My brain was doing some weird things! Then, of course, my tongue was still numb and fat, so I talked with a slur and I couldn't ever tell when the dumb spoon was in my mouth >.<

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally finished the cold, vanilla-y milkshake. I spent the rest of the afternoon watching Disney movies and eating as much as I could get my hands on XD I don't recall everything I ate, but it was a lot, let me tell ya =P

My only complaint thus far is of a slightly over-attentive nurse...(haha, luv ya, Mom!)

Thank you all for your prayers...
OH! And thanks for the lovely e-card, Uncle Paul, Auntie Kim, Garrett, and Matt! I enjoyed it ever so much...