Stupid wisdom teeth…
Man, those oral surgeons need to kick down some of those happy drugs they have at their disposal. When I went in this morning they sat me down in the little chair, took my blood pressure and then proceeded to give me an IV. I’ve never had one before and the doctor had a bottle of REALLY cold air (he probably used a can of compressed air used for electronics, tipped it upside down and then sprayed my arm) so when he stuck me with the needle I didn’t feel a thing. I kid you not, about one minute after he injected something into the IV tubes, and his assistant stuck something over my nose, I was a happy camper. They said the procedure was to take about 30-45 minutes. Keli said it only took about 20. Somehow, I managed to ask to keep my teeth on the recommendation of my buddy Jim. Sorry, Jim, it didn’t freak the assistant out when I asked for them.
I’ve been home since around 10 a.m. Keli’s been playing the part of my beautiful nurse so that makes things that much better. I’ve just taken my first dose of Percoset. Apparently it’s a “very fun pill.” I wouldn’t know as this is my first time needing something strong enough to kill this much pain. I hate pills and try to avoid takig them at all costs. So far, I’ve watched “End of the Century,” which is a documentary about the Ramones. If you’re a fan of the Ramones, or even if you haven’t heard much of their music I say run, do not walk, to your local video store and rent it. It does an amazing job of showing you the inner workings of one of the most influencial musical dynasties ever since mankind learned to make music.
For now, Keli and I are off to watch The Constant Gardener and I’m sure the pills will kick in soon.
More from the frontlines of Wisdom Teeth Extraction recovery later…
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