Wisdom Teeth Extraction Surgery. Weee.

So, I had a surgery on Thursday. Yippie. So fun, I know. And to make it even more fun, the surgery involved having these beautiful things called wisdom teeth cut out of my gums. Ooo, so exciting!
Around 10:00 in the morning, I went in for my operation. I was super cool, calm, and collected on the outside, but on the inside I was screaming "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!" The fat old nurse in the corner must have sensed my inward feelings, because she gave me a heaping dose of "oxygen" to calm me down. This oxygen, you ask, well, it was nothing short of Laughing Gas. Now, if you've never had the experience of using Laughing Gas, I suggest you keep it that way. At first, it wasn't that bad, but then the room started spinning and I felt like I was falling. Ohh, and the beepy thing that measures your heart rate was beeping out of control. I was having a panic attack. Funzies. This lasted for about a minute before I sat up and swatted the death machine off my face. The doctor came in, he looked kinda pissed at the fat nurse. I don't remember much after that.
An hour or so later, though it felt more like seconds, I woke up with my mom and that damn fat nurse standing over me. Let me tell you, I was not okay with that. If you've never had the joys of being under anethesia, I will tell you, it's not a fun ride. You are groggy and pissy and scared. Ohh man, I was SO scared. I didn't know where I was, I didn't realize that I just had a surgery. So what did I do? I had another panic attack. Weee. Somehow, someway, I got into my mom's SUV. Longest ride home. Ever. I mean, it's only like a five minute drive from the Oral Surgeon's to my house, but it felt like ten years. I don't remember much. My mom told me that I had called her a bitch on multiple occasions and had asked her to stab me with the kitchen knife when we got home. She just said I was being selfish.
The doctor perscribed me to this lovely little pill called Percocet. Percy and I, we're the best of friends. Until I made the mistake of taking it with a yogurt cup. BLEHHHH. We all know what happened after that.... But it ended up being okay. Percy and I are still on the same team. Damn I love that little pill.
I slept a lot. I cussed a lot. I threw things around a lot. And I was STARVING. I mean, starving. But, you can't really eat much after oral surgery. I could probably only hand liquid food, considering my mouth wouldn't open more than a centimeter. Ohh, and talk about the blood! But we won't go there. All in all, it was just a lovely fucking day.
If you've never had your wisdom teeth taken out and need to, well, good luck!