Teef

Just got my four wisdom teeth out. I've been sleeping all day. I remember when I was on the gas but not knocked out yet, I was making (to me, at the time) lucid conversation about my Holography and Nuclear Science classes at Governor's School, specifically how we would mess around with the dry ice in the Nuclear Science cloud chamber and the 3-D hologram of the Ferrari we made in Holography. I was trying to distract myself from the fact that they were putting an IV in me. (I don't like IVs. I don't like having something foreign in me for an extended period of time. No, that is NOT what she said)

So Nuclear Science was the right arm, where they couldn't find the vein. Holography was the left arm, when they finally got the vein.

I was talking to one of the nurses and remember wanting to be polite and talk to the other nurse (hey, they're going to be taking care of me while I'm out) when I think I finally passed out from the gas.

When I woke up, I shook hands with the nurses and the doctor, said thanks as much as I could manage through the gauze, and then apparently gestured for my dad to come forward and then punched him in the arm like old times to show him I was fine. Doctor was apparently amused.

GOOD. I thought I was going to say strange things under the gas. Carvajal, the doctor, looks like Major Evan Lorne from Stargate Atlantis, so I thought I was going to make a fool of myself and be all like, "Hey, Major Lorne. Hey. Hey hey hey. Lo-o-r-ne. Hey, can I call you Evan?"

I would have never been able to look this man in the face again.

This is the same guy that was like, "So, let me tell you how we're going to take out your teeth. Since they're impacted, we're going to cut your gums, shatter the teeth, and then pick out the shards. So you want to be awake or unconscious?"

Um, what the hell do YOU think? Godammit, Lorne, get it together.

And so, I add to the wisdom teeth extraction stories, first started by obseletevulture .