A bit dramatic, I know, but I was doing everything I could to keep my mind off of what was going to take place in this room. There will be blood...and drilling...
Okay, stop thinking about it.
I looked down and examined the chair I was sitting in. The faded, light turquoise chair complimented the bleach white walls. I'm sure you would find the same color combination inside a nice, quiet, secluded insane asylum where no one can hear any screaming...my screaming...
The blood pressure meter cuff started inflating, cutting off circulation in my left arm--I was onto something. They were going to get me.
I chuckled at my own attempt to ease myself.
"Alright, Eden, are you ready?"
No. No, I'm not. Nononononononononononono.
I took a deep breath and stared straight through the ceiling. I felt the needle pinch my skin and move a little as the oral surgeon taped the IV on my arm.
"Okay, now we're giving you the anesthesia."
Okay...I got this. I got this..Ighothis...whoa....
I blinked and the ceiling spun. I blinked again and the ceiling spun. I got dizzy so I stopped blinking, something that began to concern my father.
"Yuafeialaweoif?" he gargled.
"oIffffeeel weeird, dadduy," I replied.
I don't know how many minutes passed, but relatively soon, I was able to blink and the ceiling only shifted slightly. I saw that my dad was to my left, reading something and for the life of me, I wanted, I needed to know what he was reading. Gah but my body did not allow me to ask the blasted question.
"So, what are you reading?" the oral surgeon asked.
"Oh, just some investment papers."
I knew it. This guy could read minds. He knew I needed to know and so he asked for me.
The assistant started moving towards my IV. The blood pressure cuff started inflating again.
I was out.
I awoke. And everything I hated about dentists and oral surgery just filled my ears. There was drilling, though I think that was next door. But there was definitely chipping and crunching and chiseling away at my teeth. I looked at my surgeon in the eye. He read my mind again.
"Do you want more?"
I was out.
I awoke. This time, I was alone. The bib was off, the IV out, the cuff unvelcroed. I couldn't lift my head, but I could turn and see on the counter, there laid four huge, bloody wisdom teeth on a strip of gauze. The battle was won.
End of my short story.
Obviously, I got my wisdom teeth out. I was given Vicodin as my pain killer, but its side effects had completely messed me up the last two days. I was crying for no reason and was craving all foods. I wanted to sleep, but wanted to jump around. After waking from a Vicodin induced nap, I would be alert for only half an hour before everything--my head, stomach, mind--started going loopy.
So I'm sucking it up through the pain.
But, my chipmunk cheeks are not as bad as others who I have seen. It just looks like I've put on weight in the face. So basically, anyone from high school who sees me nowadays pigging out at frozen yogurt places and ice cream parlors must think I'm there just pigging out, and not there to numb the pain.