Hope this doesn't end up as a double post... the board doesn't like me today I suppose.
Hiya kittens.. guess I get to share my wisdom teeth stories
I had all four of mine removed in one sitting, but I was unconcious for the whole ordeal.My appointment was at 6 in the morning a month after I turned 18. My boyfriend talked to my parents (cause I still lived with them at the time) and got their permission to stay over while I was recovering (being as my parents are kinda conservative and all). We go the oral surgeon's office bright and early and I am scared out of my mind. I go into the operating area and they hook me up with a heart monitor and they start trying to do an injection in the back of my hand.. well, they couldn't find the vein and they are just digging around and they push the sodium pent through and it missed the vein so I end up with a big knot of medicine in my hand that hurt incredibly.. when the male nurse (who was kinda cute in a Sadist kinda way) tried again with a new syringe, I grabbed him by the *ahems* and started yelling incoherently as my hand was in all kinds of fiery pain.. I was squeezing so hard that they had to gas to me sleep in order for me to release the nurse

Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the recovery area and feel slightly queasy, but no pain. They give me a couple of prescriptions for a pain killer cocktail (as I am very resistant to pain meds they gave me Demoral and Vicadin to take together.. woo and hoo

) My dad was driving that day, and me in my semi-consious stupor announced that I had to go pick up my paycheck from my job and get my schedule for next week while I was there, so we go by the ice cream shop I worked at and I go in, a drooling slobbering mess, and pick up my check. Lemme tell ya, I got more than a few strange looks during that encounter with my boss

Next stop is the bank to cash the check.. We go through the drive through at my bank and my dad passes the check to the teller and she wants to know if I am in the car.. so I do my best to sit up (cause I was laying down in the back seat) and just end up waving my hand out the window, leaving my dad to explain that I was really groggy and such. We get back to my house (with money in my pocket) and the pain killers they had given me at the surgeons office started to wear off, so I send my ever faithful dad to get my medications, as well as a Slurpee and some Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream. He gets back, I slug some pain meds back with my slurpee and I proceed to sleep for the next 16 hours

When I woke up the next day, I was still really disoriented, but in no pain. I was hungry so I decided to go cook myself some sausages for breakfast. Not being totally coherent, I put too much oil in the pan and started a huge grease fire and scorched the ceiling before any one noticed what I was doing and what was going wrong

After that, my dad cooked me breakfast (he said he did it because he didn't think the insurance would cover drug-induced fire damages

) and I still was in no pain, but it was time for more medicine, so I took it like I was supposed to. I retreated to my bedroom and noticed that it smelled a little funky from all of the blood that had came out of my mouth during my sleep, so I lit a couple of aromatherapy candles. I didn't realize that I had lit the candles on a openworked shelf that had a bottle of Wite-Out on the next shelf up. Well, I quickly discovered that Wite-Out is flammable and my boyfriend (as he was in the room with me) got the fire put out with no damage to anything, but with a lot of Wite-Out all over my brand new Winnie the Pooh bed sheets that I had just got for my birthday from my parents. At this point, no one has caught on to the fact that I should just sit quietly in the corner and do nothing, so they let me strip my bed and I take the Wite-Out'ed sheets to the washer and put them in. When I go to put the laundry soap in, I lost count about 5 times of how much I put in, so I ended up putting about half a bottle of laundry detergent into the wash. About 10 minutes into the cycle, (I've retreated back to my bedroom at this point) my mom (who was using a walker at the time) hops into the kitchen to get a soda and sees about 2 feets of soap suds covering the kitchen floor. She freaks out, gets my sister and dad to help her clean up the mess and bans me from doing anything other than watching tv until I am no longer on the pain meds. The upshot of all of this is.. I was in no pain, experienced no bruising, and ended up having a "high* time of it

It was really funny... guess ya had to be there
