I walk into the oral surgeon's office. Wait a few minutes while watching one of those stupid sad dog commercials. I actually say to my mom, "That is NOT the last thing that I want to see before I go in." A nice lady with a British/Australian (?) accent takes me back. She brings me to a room, puts a blood pressure thing on my arm, put this thing that beeps every time I breath on my finger, and (worst of all) sticks an oxygen thing up my nose. I feel like an 80 year old. I hope, "Maybe they won't have to give me a shot, and this thing will just zonk me out." Well, it doesn't. I have to wait for what seems like a while, and I hear that country music is playing. I don't know why I notice that, but I do. Maybe because there are only a selective amount of people that actually enjoy country.
Moving on. The surgeon comes in and tells me that I have small veins. "Ummm, well, thanks Doc." He says that I am going to feel a huge squeeze, while he puts a band around my arm, but I actually don't. I already kind of feel like I am falling asleep, even though the needle has not even touched me. He says that he is going to start with the smallest one. After that one seems to work, I wonder if he is even going to use another one. Then he says, "Alright, now the medicine is going into you." The very last thing I see is one of his assistance putting towels (?) over me. That is not, however, the last thing that I did.
After the procedure is over, I feel somewhat awake and hear something along the lines of "mint ice cream" Next. I am going through a door in which I did not come through. Next. I go into an elevator. Next. I get into the car. Next. I look into the car mirror and attempt talking. Next. I am lying on my couch at home talking to my sister and father. Next. I am falling asleep. Next. I wake up and feel completely normal.
Later that day... I find out that before the procedure had even started, right before I fell asleep, I had a funny look on my face. One of the nurses thought it was "cute". Then, I just started bursting out in laughter. Now that I think about it, I wonder if I laughed because I was trying to fight the anesthetics. (Me and my dad have a joke about that). After I realized that it wasn't going to work, perhaps I started laughing hysterically. I also find out that I had ordered mint ice cream when they asked me what kind I wanted. I must know myself well, because I would have ordered mint if I was fully awake, but I don't remember them even asking me this question. In fact, I really only saw the doctor for about 2 minutes I would say.
Warning: Pictures. There's only one gross one though.
I just ate a fudge-sicle and it did not feel very good.
You can kind of see one of the holes.
I legitimately wasn't expecting my face to be in this picture.
This was my bag full of dirty gauze.I was going to take a picture of the actual gauze, but it's pretty disgusting, so....