Wisdom Has Some Fucking Deep Roots
Okay. My wisdom teeth are no more.
They gave me happy gas, but no oxycodone, I'm kinda disappointed. Surgery was a blast, though. The doctor made me laugh and the nurse told me stories. I learned the doctor is getting divorced, the nurse got mugged in a bus last week and my left wisdom tooth liked me so much they had to break it in six to get it out.
I love happy gas so much.
It's been less than an hour. I've got a massive headache, my mouth keeps filling up with bloody saliva and I smell like shattered ivory and blood.
All in all, I don't regret it. They gave me my wisdom teeth in a napkin, I'll forever treasure them. Also, the doctor gave me a "Good Behaviour" sticker and I love it almost as much as I love the happy gas.
They gave me happy gas, but no oxycodone, I'm kinda disappointed. Surgery was a blast, though. The doctor made me laugh and the nurse told me stories. I learned the doctor is getting divorced, the nurse got mugged in a bus last week and my left wisdom tooth liked me so much they had to break it in six to get it out.
I love happy gas so much.
It's been less than an hour. I've got a massive headache, my mouth keeps filling up with bloody saliva and I smell like shattered ivory and blood.
All in all, I don't regret it. They gave me my wisdom teeth in a napkin, I'll forever treasure them. Also, the doctor gave me a "Good Behaviour" sticker and I love it almost as much as I love the happy gas.