urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mono_blanco mono_blanco mono_blanco 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mono_blanco:7606 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z Taj Mahal - Mind your own Business It seems to be the season for getting one's wisdom teeth removed, and I find myself in good company. <a href="http://the-dij.livejournal.com/">the-dij</a> has tales of oxycodone to curl your hair! (And I agree.)<br /><br />My oral surgeon really liked admonishing me about getting my wisdom teeth out so late in life. On multiple occasions he made a wry face and said "This would have been easier ten years ago." I'm sure you're right, Mr. Smarty surgeon, but did I have the money ten years ago to take care of this? No! My parents would have had to pay for it. And that wouldn't have been fair to them, now would it?<br /><br />Definitely the highlight of the whole occasion of getting my mouth cut into was the nurses. I was at a loss for words when my doctor walked me into the surgery-room and I was greeted by a bevy of attractive, multi-ethnic beauties, all wearing scrubs of various colors. It was great! I just grinned stupidly as they strapped me down, stuck me with needles and attached monitoring equipment to me. About the time they were locking my arm with the IV attached, the doctor stuck a breather-device on my nose and lied, "Here's some oxygen to help you breathe easier." My response, after a few deep breaths from the device stuck to my nose and a moment or two to get used to the sound of my own heartbeat on the monitors, was "Wow, this oxygen is really good."<br /><br />The reason for my stupid comment about the oxygen was that I was trying to be funny. He had previously told me they'd be giving me nitrous prior to injecting the sleep drugs, so remembering this, I wanted him to KNOW I knew he was lying to me. Sadly, immediately after I got through with my comment about how delicious the oxygen was, all I remember was looking down at my arm (with the IV) noticing they had it locked against a brace, presumably to keep me from dislodging the IV, before I completely lost consciousness.<br /><br />It was pretty cool. One second I was wondering whether I'd even be able to muster the force to tear the IV from my own arm, then next thing I know I'm just regaining consciousness and I'm panicked, PANICKED! that there's something in my mouth.<br /><br />Me: Mom, there's something in my mouth!<br /><br />My Mom: You don't need to talk, honey.<br /><br />Me: They put something in my mouth!<br /><br />My Mom: You're waking up, you'll be fine.<br /><br />Me: My mouth tastes like blood! And there's something in it!<br /><br />My Mom: Shh, you'll be fine, we can't understand you.<br /><br />Hottie Nurse: Let's get you into a wheelchair.<br /><br />Me: Yes, Pretty Lady.<br /><br /><br />And then I went home and slept for three days. That's the best part.