Are You Wise?

I am now officially without wisdom. Yesterday morning at seven I was dragged off to the Dentist to have my wisdom teeth taken out. It was quite an ordeal, first I was given a sedative pill, I began laughing at my heat beat on the monitor, but as soon as the dentist began preparing for the IV needle, the sedative wore completely off and was replaced by my fear of needles. But the operation must go one, so the IV was put in and the Narcotic was pumped into my arm. Last I remembered was crying on my mom's shoulder waiting for the Narcotic to start.

About two hours and four wisdom teeth later, I woke up from my pleasant dreams into a doctor's chair! At first I was confused as to where I was and the world about me seemed to be constantly moving. The first few moments of being awake I don't remember clearly, just the vague recollection of the doctor and my mom asking me how I was and if I felt dizzy. I just wanted to get home and sleep. I was helped into our car and home where I slept, watched about four movies, and relaxed with cold packs on my chipmunk cheeks (sorry, definitely no picture provided of my chipmunk cheeks :P)

It is now the next day after my operation, seems that I will have to be spending the day lying on the sofa though I don't feel sick. My face just feels like it will explode, that's all. I will get my stitches out on Thursday, then it will be all over.