Well, the teeth are out. The experience wasn't too bad. I had expected to be incredibly nervous all day, but I actually ended up sleeping in the car on the way. It was raining when I got there, so the misery of the day was pretty much a novel's take on misery. Instead of walking into a warm and inviting waiting room, it was pretty much an ice box in muted color palates. A peppy assistant took me back and kept assuring me that I would be fine, which made me assume that I already looked like death warmed over since I wasn't nervous. Great. After all of my stats were taken, they started me on the gas--that terrible, terrible gas. I'm normally aware of my surroundings even with my eyes closed, but this took away all sense of even the placement of my limbs. Everything I heard and said felt like a memory--I wasn't registering it as the present. Pretty strange. After that, I realized I could still open my eyes, the surgeon came in, and...um, I guess I fell asleep. Oh yeah, and I was so much bigger than the nurse, she had another girl come over to help me to the recovery closet-sized room. Yes, thanks for letting me know you're afraid of me crushing you.
Anyway, I need to go fetch my ice packs for a fresh twenty minutes. Ta.
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