On approximately tuesday, 2 days ago, I got my wisdom teeth out. Luckily, I was asleep for the whole ordeal. And you know what? After sooooo many horror stories about people getting their wisdom teeth out and such, I was shaking in my boots when I walked into that room. I was trying really hard not to cry, and I didn't! Go me. The IV going in just felt like a little pinch, and after "How's your summer going?" "Oh you know, boring, all I do is work..." I was gone. Next thing I knew, I was in a different room, and it was complete! Upon waking up from anesthesia, this was my conversation.
"What time is it mom?"
"12:10, Kaitlin."
"Are they done?"
"Yes, dear!"
"All of them are gone?"
"Mmhmm."
"All four?"
"You bet!"
"Mom, what time is it?"
"12:11, Kaitlin."
"Maybe we should send the teeth to Kyle."
What posessed me to think that would be a good idea? I don't know. I'll have to tell him i said that, and I wonder if he'll think I'm mentally unstable. Probably. Oh well. I also kept asking to take home the blanket that was on top of me. I remember it being way nice and fuzzy... Too bad they wouldn't let me take it home.
But that night, two of my friends were over and we were playing games. I have felt no pain, and have had almost no swelling, even though I've only iced once... haha. I'm so glad that it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be! Because, quick fact about me, I have zero, zip, zilch pain tolerance. So I was quite afraid. Prayers are answered, my friends.
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