If ya have a blender, try mixing 8 oz orange juice, 1 banana, and one container of yogurt. Makes a real nice shake that has a lot in it, and avoids that whole "chewing" thing. :)
Watching any movie under the aftereffects of anaesthesia is fun and causes Sanity loss. I don't remember what movie I watched first when I got my first two wisdom teeth out (had to do it in two goes, because the insurance would only pay out a certain amount per year...stupid insurance), but the second one I watched was Young Frankenstein. Apparently Mom was worried I'd rip my stitches if I watched a funny movie too soon.
That first time, I remember being not-quite-lucid, but awake, at the oral surgeon's place, saying "Yah, I'm awake enough, I can wheel myself out!" and promptly going way too fast. Hilarious. That was the time I watched movies. The second time, though, I remember becoming conscious as the van pulled in to the parking space, and I remember I needed a #2 pencil so the standardized form on my right leg could teleport me inside. ;) Unfortunately, that second year, my parents didn't let me watch movies. Instead I laid in bed, calm, no popped stitches...and utterly, utterly bored out of my skull. Seriously, I think I took a
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Yeah. The big trick is eating enough liquid food to keep the pain medicine from upsetting my stomach. But once I do that, whoooooo!
The hydrocodone numbs the pain well, and the percocet obliterates the pain and makes me higher then Robert Anton Wilson in Space Ship One!
Oh yeah, yesterday I felt my shirt and felt an extra set of hard nipples perking from beneath the fabric! Turns out that I still had electrodes attached.
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My Father brought lots of boost too.
Well, Being John Malkovich certainly kept my mind of pain. I might have lost some sanity points though!
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That first time, I remember being not-quite-lucid, but awake, at the oral surgeon's place, saying "Yah, I'm awake enough, I can wheel myself out!" and promptly going way too fast. Hilarious. That was the time I watched movies. The second time, though, I remember becoming conscious as the van pulled in to the parking space, and I remember I needed a #2 pencil so the standardized form on my right leg could teleport me inside. ;) Unfortunately, that second year, my parents didn't let me watch movies. Instead I laid in bed, calm, no popped stitches...and utterly, utterly bored out of my skull. Seriously, I think I took a ( ... )
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The hydrocodone numbs the pain well, and the percocet obliterates the pain and makes me higher then Robert Anton Wilson in Space Ship One!
Oh yeah, yesterday I felt my shirt and felt an extra set of hard nipples perking from beneath the fabric! Turns out that I still had electrodes attached.
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