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I'm ALIVE. Alive I say.
It's a damn miracle too. Yesterday, at 8:00 am, I met with Dr. Michael Marshall who is by the far the cutest torturer dentist ever. He was extremely nice and explained everything to me.
And then, he started to inject with needles. It took 9 vials to numb all four of my wisdom teeth. I did my best not to cry (e.g. at this point was was trying to recall latin phrases like "arma virumque cano" and tv character who would not bitch about their teeth being pulled "Sydney and Starbuck"), but it didn't work and I got so scared of the next part that the nice Indian nurse had to calm me down.
I'll spare the details of the rest of the surgery, except to say that they had to cut open my gums and put in stitches.
After 1 and 1/2 hours, the numbness wore off (for most people it takes 3) and I was in excruciating pain. So I took the prescription meds on an empty stomach and in large doses, that by 12 AM I was suffering a mini heart attack (If you've ever taken drugs and feel your heart race like mad and become extremely disoriented and dizzy you know what I mean). I found this really ironic since I was watching a 20/20 about 20 somethings high on drugs. They died.
But since I'm now writing this I'm not dead and by far in a lot less pain.
Whoo! But now my head is shaped like a square instead of an oval/heart shape.
Ehh. You can't win them all
It's a damn miracle too. Yesterday, at 8:00 am, I met with Dr. Michael Marshall who is by the far the cutest torturer dentist ever. He was extremely nice and explained everything to me.
And then, he started to inject with needles. It took 9 vials to numb all four of my wisdom teeth. I did my best not to cry (e.g. at this point was was trying to recall latin phrases like "arma virumque cano" and tv character who would not bitch about their teeth being pulled "Sydney and Starbuck"), but it didn't work and I got so scared of the next part that the nice Indian nurse had to calm me down.
I'll spare the details of the rest of the surgery, except to say that they had to cut open my gums and put in stitches.
After 1 and 1/2 hours, the numbness wore off (for most people it takes 3) and I was in excruciating pain. So I took the prescription meds on an empty stomach and in large doses, that by 12 AM I was suffering a mini heart attack (If you've ever taken drugs and feel your heart race like mad and become extremely disoriented and dizzy you know what I mean). I found this really ironic since I was watching a 20/20 about 20 somethings high on drugs. They died.
But since I'm now writing this I'm not dead and by far in a lot less pain.
Whoo! But now my head is shaped like a square instead of an oval/heart shape.
Ehh. You can't win them all