wisdom tooth update.
Well, I'm much less depressed now. In a chipper mood, actually. Likely because of all the drugs.

Everything went well as far as I know. Again, hard to tell - drugs. Right now, I have enough novicane that I can not feel my lower face, still recovering from anastesia (it hit me hard I guess) AND I am told I took some oxycodone, though I don't remember. I'm going to explain the whole trip in great detail.

Dr. Came in, asked if I had any questions - I did not. He gave me some laughing gas, which actually had no affect on me. Put an IV in me. He said "You're going to get sleepy now" and I said "Are you putting me under now, or just giving me drugs?" and he said "Putting you under."

I woke up several hours later in my moms bed. I don't remember ANYTHING. I mean, ANYTHING. I was apperently very fucking drugged.

Right now, I'm spitting blood, and am a little sleepy and dizzy, but otherwise can't feel a think because of all the drugs. It's still likely that I'll be in horrible pain later, but for now, all is well. I'm not allowed to be alone for, at very least, until this evening. My mom seemed uneasy about me even coming in to my bedroom. I'm not supposed to stand or walk and stuff like that because it causes bleeding.

I keep swearing in front of my mother :( I don't normally do that and I feel bad, but I can't seem to not.

Also, apperently, I ate jello. I don't remember that either.

Anyhow, back to being supervised and sipping lukewarm apple cider. Mmm.