gather round the fireplace. ive got a story for you
well yesterday i had my wisdom teeth out. a lot of you are curious what i went through but you wnt care about me being nervous before.. or being in pain afterwards.. you all want to know about me being high as a kite. especially since im straightedge. well medically i had to be gone so i could proceed with the operation. after all i had 4 of my strongest teeth pulled with pliers from my face. 2 of which had to be sawed in pieces and then removed. well im going to tell you everything i remember about it.
well they sat me down and put me on nitrus oxide. i was being told that if i breathe faster it wouldn't make a diffence on how much i got... but they didn't tell me that the deeper i breathe the more i was gone. so 5 deep breathes and i was in dreamland.
i went through 3 stages of being high. the first stage it was just the beginning and i could function properly but my vision was doubled and sounds started to have an echo on them. being involved with music i loved that feeling. the only thing that didn't have an echo was the classical music in the background. during the first 2 top teeth inbetween having medical instruments in my mouth i remembered that i knew the dentist assistant from my highschool so i kept trying to ask her if she remembered me. but every thrid word i said my mind thought of a good joke and i started laughing. i could tell i was messed up. it was like my thoughts were this person inside my head looking out a window and seeing what i see but my mouth would speak maybe 1/3 of what i thought. and believe me it got worse. i was trying really hard to be coherent with speaking to them but i realized the further the operation got the more pain i thought i'd be in so i took really deep breathes. and got really really messed up.
the second stage was... well to be honest it was amazing. the dentist started on my bottom teeth and i could hear the sawing like i was underwater. i opened my eyes every now and then but each time i did i saw my blood splatter onto their coats and face shields. so when they removed my third tooth... in 3 pieces i told my dentist this "you know the colors are much prettier when i close my eyes so im gonna do that but you go to town on me cuz i dont know what you're doing". it was a good laugh for them. the thing i thought were so irrelevant to anything else. and then things got weird.
the third stage got a little intense. the echoes of sounds got overwhelming and the pain started to peak through. i was given 5 shots of anesthetic in one area for the last tooth and i could still tell when i was bleeding in my mouth. so i knew it was going to be bad. but iwas taking way to deep a breath. my ears got really sensitive to sounds and my sense of smell got hightened. and by then they were using what sounded like a chainsaw on my tooth. i could feel shards of my tooth slap againt the roof of my mouth. i was praying i didn't swallow them but as soon as i had the thought it left my head. i could keep a single sentence in my head for 10 seconds. this is what i didn't like about being high. but shortly the the tooth was out so the sounds dimmed out like lights. once that was done i asked to see the teeth, i actually early into being high asked to keep the teeth in a bag to "show my friends". so next week im signing a release form to keep them in a jar.
it took forever for me to come down. at least an hour extra. the worst part was my stomach. i hadn't eaten so i wanted to throw up but i couldn't because it would destroy the stitches in my mouth. that and i had no food in me. the ride home to my house i felt like donnie darko the whole time. and i was a big bitch cuz the pain kicked in and the drooling did too.
it sucks when you are uncontrollably drooling blood and saliva from your mouth for the first 4 hours you get to walk around.
the doctor said im out of commission for a week straight.
the good news is i can have ice cream for breakfast all week.
crazy huh?
well they sat me down and put me on nitrus oxide. i was being told that if i breathe faster it wouldn't make a diffence on how much i got... but they didn't tell me that the deeper i breathe the more i was gone. so 5 deep breathes and i was in dreamland.
i went through 3 stages of being high. the first stage it was just the beginning and i could function properly but my vision was doubled and sounds started to have an echo on them. being involved with music i loved that feeling. the only thing that didn't have an echo was the classical music in the background. during the first 2 top teeth inbetween having medical instruments in my mouth i remembered that i knew the dentist assistant from my highschool so i kept trying to ask her if she remembered me. but every thrid word i said my mind thought of a good joke and i started laughing. i could tell i was messed up. it was like my thoughts were this person inside my head looking out a window and seeing what i see but my mouth would speak maybe 1/3 of what i thought. and believe me it got worse. i was trying really hard to be coherent with speaking to them but i realized the further the operation got the more pain i thought i'd be in so i took really deep breathes. and got really really messed up.
the second stage was... well to be honest it was amazing. the dentist started on my bottom teeth and i could hear the sawing like i was underwater. i opened my eyes every now and then but each time i did i saw my blood splatter onto their coats and face shields. so when they removed my third tooth... in 3 pieces i told my dentist this "you know the colors are much prettier when i close my eyes so im gonna do that but you go to town on me cuz i dont know what you're doing". it was a good laugh for them. the thing i thought were so irrelevant to anything else. and then things got weird.
the third stage got a little intense. the echoes of sounds got overwhelming and the pain started to peak through. i was given 5 shots of anesthetic in one area for the last tooth and i could still tell when i was bleeding in my mouth. so i knew it was going to be bad. but iwas taking way to deep a breath. my ears got really sensitive to sounds and my sense of smell got hightened. and by then they were using what sounded like a chainsaw on my tooth. i could feel shards of my tooth slap againt the roof of my mouth. i was praying i didn't swallow them but as soon as i had the thought it left my head. i could keep a single sentence in my head for 10 seconds. this is what i didn't like about being high. but shortly the the tooth was out so the sounds dimmed out like lights. once that was done i asked to see the teeth, i actually early into being high asked to keep the teeth in a bag to "show my friends". so next week im signing a release form to keep them in a jar.
it took forever for me to come down. at least an hour extra. the worst part was my stomach. i hadn't eaten so i wanted to throw up but i couldn't because it would destroy the stitches in my mouth. that and i had no food in me. the ride home to my house i felt like donnie darko the whole time. and i was a big bitch cuz the pain kicked in and the drooling did too.
it sucks when you are uncontrollably drooling blood and saliva from your mouth for the first 4 hours you get to walk around.
the doctor said im out of commission for a week straight.
the good news is i can have ice cream for breakfast all week.
crazy huh?