Never, Ever Google Images Wisdom Teeth

What can I say about the actual surgery? Nothing bad really, my problems all started later actually. The drugs and oxygen during the procedure were all really great. Sure he couldn’t find my vein at first, but I was already too out of it from the anesthesia so I just wiggled a bit in complaint to which Dr. Perez said, it shouldn’t really hurt… a-huh.

And you know, surprisingly, being awake and remembering everything from the operation wasn’t that bad. Sure the weird noises and feeling the pulling and tugging was no fun – but I mean I pretty much kept my mind focused on the craptastic music playing in his office (Daughtry, if you must know).

Soon enough I was being wheeled out through the back with my little blue goodie bag filled with prescriptions for my five different pain pills and the two extra souvenir teeth that were behind my wisdom teeth. They were actually ridiculously small, leaving me to wonder if they were worth just how much we paid for them to be removed.

I’m not gonna lie, there were tears. Not exactly from pain but, shit, there were a lot of emotions going on. Anyway, the first two days after recovery are pretty much tied for being the longest of my life. No food, an intense amount of drugs, blood & gauze, and let’s not forget neverending nausea.

A few hours after the surgery I began to feel this horrible stomachache coming on and I just got so scared that if I were going to throw up I’d hurt my jaw seeing as how I could barely even open it to begin with. But it came anyway – five times.

It sucked, it sucked and it sucked. Finally I was just able to pass out and the doctor finally decided to return our pages and halt all medication and prescribe something for the nausea. I pretty much cursed the Earth in those 48 hours and death upon the dentist who never called us back.

All I can say now is, Freeze Pops and Jello have become my best friends.

Wisdom Teeth

     I forgot all about my surgery tomorrow. Needless to say I’m not very excited. Who came up with getting rid of wisdom teeth anyway? The hot dentist who’s going to be taking out my four wisdom teeth plus the two random stragglers that have no reason for existing in the back of my mouth?

    If it was indeed Dr. Perez I have to say, he’s fallen some definite places on my list of hot MD’s.

     Anyway, my surgery is tomorrow at 7:45 in the AM and I will NOT be put under – regrettably. I was really looking forward to not having any sort of coherance of just what was going on during the surgery, and being awake but still on enough drugs to put down a pony is seriously putting a damper on how I imagined this surgery would really be going down.

     Point is, I will be awake and able to take instruction which supposedly cuts down the risk of anything going wrong during the operation. I mentioned earlier that there are two random and ridiciously small teeth in the behind my wisdom teeth up on top that will also be removed.

     We have no idea why they are there, but they’re going out with the rest of ‘em. Only thing is these surgeries charge by the tooth so there’s was this major price hike on the surgery. Needless to say, if I didn’t have these teeth pulled out I could have had a killer Spring Break in Cancun with enough money to spare to tip the bellhops quite generously.

     But enough bitching about what could have been. The point is that no matter how much I complain, these six little suckers are coming out. Only thing left to do now is worry about the pain that I know I’ll wake up with.

     All I’m saying is, they better give me some drugs, and lots of ‘em.

     P.S., in case you were wondering… Those aren’t my teeth.

Dead Like Me

So I guess we can successfully say that I am over Buffy the Vampire Slayer and moving on to bigger and a bit more complex television shows. What I really don’t understand is why it just so happens that whenever I genuinely start to like a show, it’s usually already canceled or was canceled prematurely (Freaks and Geeks).

Me and TV don’t really get along. There’s just something about how there’s only one time you can catch a show once it’s in syndicaton and on the air. Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do if I missed my True Blood on Sunday nights at 8? Wait around like a noob for reruns because my Mom is too cheap to get HBO On Demand? I think not.

So talking about getting off the subject, Dead Like Me is fresh and clever, something that is completely devoid in TV right now and lucky for me, all the episodes are on Hulu and Netflix Instant Watch.

Why do I get the feeling that my summer is just a mash-up of dozens of hours of TV watched directly from my laptop?