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| Aaia | Sep 20 2008, 01:58 PM |
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Uggggghhh!!!! I will probably be on here, all day today, and tomorrow, and (hopefully) the next day...I got my wisdom teeth out, and it took almost 24hrs to even stop bleeding. so.....yeah. I might not be going to school on mon. Which I suppose is a good thing. (and a bad thing all in one) just....if you're reading this, you should read Aaia's posts, and consider RPing with me, cuz my current RP is going VERY slowly. no one replys. I hope I"m posting this in the right place.... Anyway. since no one's on right now, and no one is EVER on when I am, it's absolutely rotten luck, but...you know.... OH! I know! I'll write a narrative about what getting my wisdom teeth out was like!!! I spent the entire wait in the waiting room writing my novel, my mother was wringing her hands (she was uncontrollably nervous) my dad was reading brochures...I listened to the very faint music in the ambience, and observed the strange people coming in and out of the office. The clock slowly trudging by, one long second at a time, someone let out a soft snore behind me. I watched the fish slowly blubber from one end of the tank to the other, their bodies waving to propell them foreward lazily. A womans voice called gentely from somewhere to my left, "Insert my name here". (lol) I rose too quickly, giving me a head-rush. I followed the woman down a corridore, where she stopped at a cold, nearly empty room, a leather, maroon chair that reclined backward, and adjusted to the surgeon's needs perched in the center. It felt almost surreal, the whole environment, and my mind was filled with helium floating amongt the clouds...probably because of nerves. I was instructed by the woman in a light pink scrub, with nike tennies to sit on the chair, and scoot as far up on it as I could. She reclined it back into a laying position...pretty comfortable, I decided pleasantly. the ridge of my french braid not allowing my head to lay strait forward on the headrest. I stared at the ceiling, mild butterflys playing around in my stomach. She positioned a brace on my right arm, over my elbow to prevent me from bending my arm. and took my blood pressure. Everything was so bitter, and cold. Sergical...go figure. "What exactly is your job?" I asked her, curious about what her life must be like. "My title is surgeon's assistant, but I do all sorts of things." she said, obviously pushing conversation away. I then kept quiet, staring at the ceiling. she left the room after applying gelly tab-like things on my wrists and ankles, and stomach. I could hear the bustling of other people in her field of work outside the door. To pass time, I counted microscopic indents in the ceiling tiles....I concluded after my eyes skipped around, struggling to concentrate on each particular hole, that there were 625 on each square, and trying to occupy my mind, I counted how many tiles there were, I combined each half-square around the edges with eachother, to create a whole...there ended up being. about sixty. Sixty times 625 is 37,500 little holes on the entire ceiling, but then there was the light fixtures and such that made it less...but I didnt have time to calculate that, because Dr. Logan, and the woman who had been with me before entered the room, a small chinease woman in tow. Without further adeu, Dr. Logan told me to make a fist with my right hand, I abided with no argument, but then I saw the needle...When I get shots and such, I always try to relax all the way to get away with as little pain as possible, but he insisted I make a fist so I just grumbled about it a little, but did as he said...slightly hesitant. He pricked me with the needle, and a burning sensation shot up my arm and stopped at my shoulder, the small chinease woman instructed me to open my mouth as wide as I could. The air tasted like chlorine...odd...I thought. She wedged something in my mouth, to keep it open, and the woman I'd met earlier said, "you're going to feel a bit sleepy now, so dont fight it alright?". I dont even remember falling alseep, but the next thing I knew, the same woman was helping me up. Everything was black, I couldnt hear anything but her voice, with a leap of trust, I let her lead me out of the chair. "But I'm not even alseep yet!" I exclaimed. "Shhh...dont open your eyes, you'll be dizzy. Everything's over." She assured. I eventually opened my eyes as she was helping me lay into a bed in "the recovery room", I was FREEZING COLD! The room spun around me as she put an icepack against my numb cheek. I rolled onto my side, and drifted off to sleep. I awoke to the same woman slightly shaking me to help me up again. "Put the ice on the other side now" she instructed as she helped me stand, leading me out the back door, where I noticed my parents waiting in the car, shotgun was all mine. Mom sitting in the back. When I got home my parents helped me settle in, my drooling had stopped for the most part, but my mouth hurt SO BAD! so mom let me take a Vikaden, and I was out like a light. For the rest of the day, awakening every twenty minutes for mom to change the gauze that was in my mouth to stop the bleeding...I hardly even remember waking up then. |
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