i hope anything i type in this makes sense
Surgery is done and the teeth are out! Usually I wouldn’t be on the internet after surgery (wait, why would I not be on the internet after surgery, I have nothing better to do) but well, damn, I don’t know where this sentence is going. At any rate, here’s my experience as far as I remember it with italicized parts as Eric’s verbal contributions:
I get there, I’m nervous, the usual. I mean, I’m about to have three pretty sizable teeth ripped out of my skull. I sit down in the rather uncomfortable dentist’s chair (what the fuck? Usually those things are so great to sit in) and proceed to kind of shake a little and get goosebumps. I’m a total pussy. Whatever. I get hooked up to the monitor (creepy, by the way, after watching way too much Grey’s Anatomy) and get my IV hooked up. Last thing I remember is saying “Vacaville sucks, I miss the East Bay” because my surgeon was from Antioch.
Here’s where Eric comes in. Apparently, He was sitting in the room when I woke up. I immediately ask where my teeth are because I want to see them and keep them. Teeth are nowhere to be found, I am disappointed. So disappointed that I asked about them three more times, evidently hoping for a new tooth status more in my favor. After that I asked Eric to take pictures of me so I could see how I looked. A couple pictures I’m giving the thumbs up and smiling like I was so drunk I didn’t know my name, and in the last one I’m flipping him off because I guess that by picture number four I was over it. I kept talking a lot, so the Dr. came in to tell me that I needed to stop speaking so much, and at that point I decided I was going to get up and walk out. Apparently, I tried escaping a couple times before I was finally allowed to go. This is where I remember someone asking “Can you walk?” to which I responded “Yes. But definitely not in a straight line.”
I’m sure there’s more, but I thought I would share those charming tidbits about my morning.
And yes, pictures will be posted later.
Disclaimer: I am on Vicodin and whatever else is running through my veins right now. If I spell anything wrong or have horrendous punctuation… well, fuck you.
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