Got my wisdom teeth removed at 10:30AM yesterday
Getting your wisdom teeth taken out sucks the big donkey. The operation itself went fine, but afterwards, the pain is a bitch. I haven't started swelling yet, but I've been told that it sometimes takes up to a day, and it's been almost that (another five hours or so), but it hurts to swallow, cause it puts pressure on the sutures on the sides of my mouth. Found that nitrous oxide and I do NOT mix well together. I've never felt more violated in my life. I felt like my thoughts were being ripped forcibly away from me, my sense of time was disturbed, and so the thing monitoring my heartbeat didn't sound like it was reading a regular beat, so I started panicking, and my heartbeat actually did become erratic. When I was moved (the chair moved my into a more sitting position), my vision started telescoping; the 'edges' of my vision moved faster than the center (the 'edge's meaning just about everywhere I wasn't staring). While I could move my body just fine, I had to fight to gain the ability to do so, like reaching through a wall to get to the controls. At certain points, another assistant came in and started working on pre-op with the other assistant there, and I felt a form of rage and disgust, because it felt like they were responding to me as though I were a corpse, and they could just talk freely about their own personal matters. After the one who came in left, the other started talking to me, and that made things easier, and got me to relax more. I didn't notice the general anesthesia hit me all, but I went out quick.
I vaguely remember walking to the car, and getting into it, and trying to talk to my dad, but he couldn't understand me, and I could grasp that, so I asked for a pen and paper (by motioning), so I could write down what I wanted to say, and the weird thing is that I remember writing down what I was wanting to say, and actually holding something of a conversation with my dad, but according to him, what I wrote was unintelligible. When we got home, I don't remember walking up the stairs, but I remember getting to my room, sitting down on my bed, and starting to take off my shoes, and asking my dad to open the heater vent, and close my window, cause it was too cold for me. About 2-3 seconds later, my head hit the pillow, and I was out cold. I slept for about 4 hours, woke up, went downstairs (carefully, holding onto the banisters), talked to my dad for a second, took two vicodin, and went back to bed for another 5 hours. Woke up in mild pain, went downstairs, and my dad gave me another vike, and about three-four minutes later, felt like I was gonna puke, so I sat down next to the toilet for a moment. After two-three minutes, with the help of a cold rag, the feeling passed, and I went and sat in the living room, and talked to my dad for a bit. We watched three episodes of Alias, and then went to the grocery store to get some more gauze (my mouth only just stopped bleeding) and some smoothies (I hadn't had anything to eat/drink aside from a sip of water at 8:30 before the surgery and the water to down the vikes since 3:10AM the morning of the surgery, and that was only a bite of a cookie; before that was dinner the previous night) so I could get some kind of nutrients. When I got back, I tried to get online, and succeeded in talking to a few people for a few minutes, before realizing I wasn't anywhere NEAR ready to get online. Made a few phone calls, one to Drak, one to my mom, while lying down, and then went to bed around 11. Woke up around 4, took another two vikes, and have been up since.