As I layed back in the chair, the Doctor tells me to clench my fist. Clenching as hard I can, digging my nails into the palm of my hand, he says let go.
Clipping something on my finger, and sticking somethign in my nose, they say "breath, slow and deep" I do just that.
My glasses are off and all i see is a blurry drip drip of the IV tube next to me.
Next thing darkness. Then a dream:
"Sitting within my mouth, i see a big wrench and a scaper come in. it starts prodding something, and the wrench yanks it out..."
Waking up, I start mumbiling. They walk me out into the back room, ask me how I feel. My legs are weak and my mouth is full with gause. I muble something like "ahuimehok..." A drip of saliva falls gracefully on my pants. After five minutes, the man next to me says, "lets go." A lady comes in and grabs my arm to keep me steady, and she puts me in the car. The towl around my head fells off, so she reties it.
So, yeah. That was my day. Had my wizdom teeth extracted. Al four of them x(