I woke up this morning at about 5:45am startled… this after getting up out of bed every 4 hours or so to take some painkiller. mmmmm… Loratab… My reason for getting up so early startled? I thought i was going to be late getting to the dentist. Seriously.

So I remember bits and pieces of the experience… but not much. I remember when I went in, and they gave me the sub-lingual and the nasty crushed up Valium in water. I remember them numbing me up with local anesthesia… I remember occasionally being uncomfortable while they were drilling, I remember them finally deciding to give me Nitros for some reason. I also remember when they began cleaning… and i remember the crunch when they pulled out one of my wisdom teeth, but nothing of the other.

I also remember not really caring much about any of it.

I think that they could have disemboweled me, and i probably would have just laughed about it. Apparently I giggled through most of the procedure, which was the only difficulty they had.

After the whole deal… they put me in a small-ish room in a wheelchair (which i was not really comfortable in) … and nervously watched as I walked around the room, looking out the window. It was a really strange sort of feeling… being able to walk around and think, but knowing for sure that ‘you’re really just not all there’… if you know what i mean. I could have probably managed to drive a car, but by the time i found my way to where-ever i was going, i am sure i would have forgotten where i was.  dangerous stuff.

My friend Evan came and picked me up… by then I was sleeping in the ‘comfy chair’ with my feet up. I don’t remember much of the ride except that we stopped at Steak and Shake … and Evan insisted on calling the dentist to find out if I could have Taco Bell. Apparently a milkshake was fine. I remember Evan asking me if I was sure I didn’t want to take the shake with me. I’m sure I looked like a drug addict / alcoholic after an all-night bender.

The really odd thing is that for some reason, yesterday and the day before seem to sort of melt together. I keep getting mixed up between what happened both nights. I know I slept most of the way through last night, but for some reason… Tuesday night keeps wanting to replace Wednesday night. crazy. Probably because I watched the same movie both nights… once with my friend Michael, and last night with Melissa. Steve Martin’s ‘LA Story’.

This morning the pain isn’t too bad… still feels like i got into a fight, but it’s bearable. I think I’m due for another Loratab in about an hour. Melissa was surprised that there wasn’t any bleeding. When she had hers out… she bled all over… and had gauss in her mouth for 3 days straight!

So… 2 wisdom teeth removed, 3 (or was it 4?) fillings, and a cleaning… all in one day. Not too shabby.

Thank you to Dr. Roy Thompson and his staff. You all are wonderful!