Happy Cinco De Mayo!! While all of you lucky duck's are probably enjoying margarita's pool-side, I'm stuck in bed in pain (but I did get new pajama's with flamingo's and pool's on them so at least I can pretend I am anywhere but here). I just had all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed about an hour ago. What usually is a routine procedure, I of course turned into a life and death situation. (If you didn't already know, Nervous Nelly is my nick-name....I inherited it from my mother). So, the doctor comes in and asks if I have any questions. ("Uh yah, about a million," I was thinking). Will I wake up? What if I'm allergic to the anthesthesia? How long will the surgery last? Will it hurt? And finally, what the HELL is that large needle used for over there on the counter? "It's just to administer the antesthesia," he calmly replied. "I promise when you wake up it won't be sticking out of your fore-head or anything." (Oh great, I thought.) I called one of my bf's right before the surgery to calm me down, which she did. We laughed and talked, and before I knew it my heart wasn't pumping out of my chest anymore.
I was relaxed and it was time for Nervous Nelly Shelly (my mom) to leave. The doctor, who could pass for a McDreamy, tied a rubberband tight around my arm, found a vein to stick the needle in, and the last thing I remember him saying is: "You might start to feel a little woozy." The room started spinning a little, and I was out. Thirty-five minutes later and I was finished. My mom and I picked up a Frosty from Wendy's on the ride home, and I am anxiously waiting to eat it so I can take my first pain pill. My mouth is starting to get really sore.
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