Anesthesia.
Today I had my wisdom teeth pulled out. I can't feel my jaw and I haven't eaten in 10 hours and I'm not allowed to lie down/sleep and I want to cry... [/whine]
I was rather calm before I entered the operation room and they started strapping me down and checking my blood pressure. Particularly because I'm ticklish. And the blood pressure thing was scary, I swear.
You know, I thought they would make me sleepy with a gas mask, but as soon as I realized they were going use a needle I started having a heart attack. (Particularly because my reaction to the thought of needles is something like this: omgomgomgmaosdkfjalsf NEEDLE NEEDLE THEY WILL ATTACK ME WITH A SHARP POINT AND AAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHhhhhslkjaslsdlfkj;d.)
So I just closed my eyes. I worried about falling asleep, because in my dreams I have felt actual physical pain--what if I felt him cutting open my gums, ripping out my teeth?
But then, I entered the most peaceful place...some dream that was so tranquil, so soothing. I cannot remember ever feeling so relaxed. The bliss gifted by anesthesia. I remember as soon as the lady started yelling wake up, wake up, I opened my eyes, the dream faded...I tried to recall the dream but as the seconds passed, so did the memory. Complete serenity, followed by great devastation. I never understood how people can despise good dreams, but at the moment, I understood. The utter contentment, experiencing some great high, to be free in some different world--then harshly awakened to the bitterness of reality. I wanted to go back to that place, but I couldn't. I lay there, strapped down, shaking violently from the cold. I wanted to go home, go to my bed, rest, dream, relive the joy.
But she just had to tell me I wasn't allowed to lie down or sleep.
You know, I bet I'm going to be a pothead when I grow up. But I'll stay away from alcohol--it is worse than marijuana, afterall. Oh yes, you heard me. Go deal with your cognitive dissonance and leave me be.
DDR HOBBIT (6:08:45 PM): mommyyyyyy
DDR HOBBIT (6:08:48 PM): i'm hungry
Devesh (6:08:58 PM): Sorry, dear. You cant eat yet.
DDR HOBBIT (6:09:09 PM): I HATE YOU!
DDR HOBBIT (6:09:15 PM): I CAN'T WAIT TILL I MOVE OUT OF THIS STUPID PLACE!
Devesh (6:09:45 PM): DONT YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE WITH ME!
DDR HOBBIT (6:10:09 PM): :'(
DDR HOBBIT (6:10:14 PM): ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE LOVED
Devesh (6:10:33 PM): CHOKRI (Indian derogatory word)! I WILL GIVE YOU SOME LOVE!
Devesh (6:10:36 PM): *BAM!*
DDR HOBBIT (6:10:57 PM): hahahaah!
DDR HOBBIT (6:11:08 PM): MAI AYK HAT MARUNGHI! (Literally: I will hit you with one hand.)
dhesve89 (6:11:27 PM): SOMEBODY GONNA GET HURT REAL BAD!
dhesve89 (6:11:32 PM): SOMEBODY!
dhesve89 (6:11:38 PM): I think you know her.
I was rather calm before I entered the operation room and they started strapping me down and checking my blood pressure. Particularly because I'm ticklish. And the blood pressure thing was scary, I swear.
You know, I thought they would make me sleepy with a gas mask, but as soon as I realized they were going use a needle I started having a heart attack. (Particularly because my reaction to the thought of needles is something like this: omgomgomgmaosdkfjalsf NEEDLE NEEDLE THEY WILL ATTACK ME WITH A SHARP POINT AND AAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHhhhhslkjaslsdlfkj;d.)
So I just closed my eyes. I worried about falling asleep, because in my dreams I have felt actual physical pain--what if I felt him cutting open my gums, ripping out my teeth?
But then, I entered the most peaceful place...some dream that was so tranquil, so soothing. I cannot remember ever feeling so relaxed. The bliss gifted by anesthesia. I remember as soon as the lady started yelling wake up, wake up, I opened my eyes, the dream faded...I tried to recall the dream but as the seconds passed, so did the memory. Complete serenity, followed by great devastation. I never understood how people can despise good dreams, but at the moment, I understood. The utter contentment, experiencing some great high, to be free in some different world--then harshly awakened to the bitterness of reality. I wanted to go back to that place, but I couldn't. I lay there, strapped down, shaking violently from the cold. I wanted to go home, go to my bed, rest, dream, relive the joy.
But she just had to tell me I wasn't allowed to lie down or sleep.
You know, I bet I'm going to be a pothead when I grow up. But I'll stay away from alcohol--it is worse than marijuana, afterall. Oh yes, you heard me. Go deal with your cognitive dissonance and leave me be.
DDR HOBBIT (6:08:45 PM): mommyyyyyy
DDR HOBBIT (6:08:48 PM): i'm hungry
Devesh (6:08:58 PM): Sorry, dear. You cant eat yet.
DDR HOBBIT (6:09:09 PM): I HATE YOU!
DDR HOBBIT (6:09:15 PM): I CAN'T WAIT TILL I MOVE OUT OF THIS STUPID PLACE!
Devesh (6:09:45 PM): DONT YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE WITH ME!
DDR HOBBIT (6:10:09 PM): :'(
DDR HOBBIT (6:10:14 PM): ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE LOVED
Devesh (6:10:33 PM): CHOKRI (Indian derogatory word)! I WILL GIVE YOU SOME LOVE!
Devesh (6:10:36 PM): *BAM!*
DDR HOBBIT (6:10:57 PM): hahahaah!
DDR HOBBIT (6:11:08 PM): MAI AYK HAT MARUNGHI! (Literally: I will hit you with one hand.)
dhesve89 (6:11:27 PM): SOMEBODY GONNA GET HURT REAL BAD!
dhesve89 (6:11:32 PM): SOMEBODY!
dhesve89 (6:11:38 PM): I think you know her.