Wisdom teeth(less).

Yesterday I had my wisdom teeth out. It was a day of several firsts in my life:

-First time having any kind of procedure or surgery done (I've never even had a cavity before, people.)
-First time having my mouth numbed with a needle.
-First time having anesthesia.

These are all unpleasant firsts, of course. But everything went well, and I'm so glad it's over. I debated mentioning it on here before I had it done, but decided not to in case I chickened out and ate or drank something between 3 a.m. and 9:00 a.m. yesterday morning (which would have prevented me from being able to have it done :). I was especially nervous about the after-effects of the anesthesia. I imagined myself waking up believing that I was in a musical or stumbling out into the waiting room asking for Marmee (which is what I've taken to calling my mom lately, in tribute to Little Women).

But now that it's over, I can joke about it.

I can laugh about how me and Marmee sat in the waiting room, reading outdated entertainment magazines for an hour before I even got called back. And this did not make me happy, especially since I was already irritable from not having breakfast.

Or about how I felt an overwhelming urge to cry when I was taken back and had to sign all of these forms telling me that what I was about to do could cause anything from nausea to permanent limited jaw movement to cardiac arrest. This was the point where the CPR-trained me started looking around the room for an AED.

Or about how the anesthesia they gave me through an IV didn't knock me out or make me loopy. I was alert through the whole thing, even though I didn't feel any pain at the time. I did closed my eyes like they asked and tried to focus on the 80s music playing over the speakers instead of the unpleasantness happening in my mouth.

Or about how I was bleeding so much that I looked like the star of a vampire movie when I left the office.

Seriously. But I think everything went well. I'm not taking the strong pain medicine they gave me because I got sick to my stomach yesterday afternoon, but the pain isn't so bad right now. And the swelling just started today. My dad informed me that I looked and spoke like the Godfather (no, I haven't seen the movies, but I knew exactly what he meant by that). I told him to be careful what he said, because his wisdom teeth haven't come in yet.

So now I can relax and take it easy for a couple of days. I don't have class again until Monday, and next week is my last week of classes for the semester. So the only thing I have to worry about right now is tackling my "to read" pile and deciding which BBC mini-series to watch. :)

By the way, I recently watched the 1940 Pride and Prejudice for the first time. It was...interesting. I didn't actually feel like I was even watching an Austen adaptation. It was a lovely movie, in itself, but I don't even think you can compare it to the book.

First of all, it doesn't even really take place in Regency times. Secondly, Mr. Darcy is way too friendly and nice and doesn't even try to fight his interest in Lizzy. And finally- Mr. Darcy and Lady Catherine in cahoots at the end? I don't think so! I thought I was going to fall off my chair. And it didn't have anything to do with the anesthesia. :)

Until next time,