Being run over by a fat guy in a go-kart

Long time no see. I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled last Tuesday and here are things that really suck about that:

- One would have their wisdom teeth pulled because they are hurting and raising hell in the mouthal region, however, Oral Surgery hurts *a hell* of a lot worse. What I would imagine it would feel like to be hit in the face with a baseball bat or have your head run over by a fat guy in a go-kart (survivable, but completely inconvenient).

- It took about 2.5 seconds for the tranquilizer used to put me under to kick in. I woke up while the dentist was "pulling" out the last and most difficult tooth (bottom right) to the sound of drilling (or sawing) and all kinds of awful things I dont care to imagine. Terrified and in pain, my hands and legs started to tremble, and I heard a voice in the background say "Chrissy, we're going to administer more medicine through your IV". I was out again. The few things I remember post surgery:

*In a display that would have been the worst failed road-side DUI test in the history of man, I attempted to scratch my itchy nose while highly under the influence of tranquilizers.
*Even while heavily drugged, I maintain my "I do what I want" attitude, and try to talk to Pancho after being told not to talk several times.

And thats about it.

- Having blood and "ooze" saturated gauze in my *mouth* for a couple days is fucking disgusting, even with a belly full of drugs.

- Percoset on an empty stomach feels like the worst hangover possible. And being in too much pain to eat or drink anything makes it even worse.


A few things that are pretty cool about having my wisdom teeth pulled:

- Percoset on a full stomach feels like awesome times one hundred, then makes for the best napping ever.

- As Friday rolled around, my pain persisted. Pancho called the dentists office and was told, "Well, I cant call in a prescription for Percoset, but I can call in Extra Strength Vicodin." To which I responded, "I love you".

- When in pain and completely helpless, I am catered to by the Worlds Best Boyfriend, Pancho. Yay!

Today, my swelling is almost none, pain is minimal, and I have a decent amount of drugs left as a parting gift. (party over here!)
All in all, I wouldnt ever want to go through this ordeal again. If by some chance god is feeling particularly merciless and humorous, and I sprout 4 more wisdom teeth, I think I will just have a fat guy run my head over with a go-kart.