Apparently, the actual surgery only took about 15 minutes. Which is funny (in a not-so-funny-more-like-frustrating-to-me kind of way)because I was in the surgery room and had the IV in for almost an hour.
By the way, IV's hurt. Well, when your vein decides to spasm up and down all over the place, they hurt.
The point at which the doctor came into the room and administered anesthesia all the way up until I got home is something of a blur...I remember most of it but it's becoming increasingly hazy.
Now of course, it's been something a little over 48 hours.
The night before the extraction we spend the night with some friends (to avoid having to drive two hours, super early in the morning, to make it to surgery).
I bought a “large kid” pizza from Papa Murphy’s. Meaning a large half cheese half pepperoni.
haha
Me, the large kid.
Then the next morning I show up like a 7 year old boy or something to surgery with my blanket, in my pajamas, complete with Captain America shirt.
I have no regrets.
Except the pain. But I can't really help that.
I seem to have a high tolerance when it comes to pain medication. Meaning it doesn't particularly work as well as it should for me.
Yeah, super fun.
On the brighter side of things though, I only had to have three removed...instead of like some of my cousins who had to deal with 7. Yeah, 7 wisdom teeth. Crazy genetics we've got.
Anyways, I think I'll stop there...before I write something crazy or stupid that will sound fine in my medicated head but surely later be found as idiocy.
