Ow.

[stillane]

Except, not so much as I anticipated. Knock on wood.

Operation: Wisdom Tooth has gone off without a hitch. I am now officially wisdom-less.

For them that want to know:

I was suitably impressed by the surgeon and his people. They took me in, dealt with my freakout level - because apparently surgery can go on my list of bonafide phobias, right under snakes - and then offered me music. I got to conk out to the Barenaked Ladies, so it wasn't all bad. I felt bad for the poor anesthetist, though, who felt bad because he couldn't get the first vein to thread. (It seems I'm all flash and no follow-through. No comments, please.) We got there eventually, though, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up feeling like a groggy chipmunk.

Spent yesterday on the couch, mother in full hover mode and dog being bizarrely intuitive. From the second I wandered through the door, he stuck to me like glue. Quiet glue, even, which is a big thing for him. I love my pup.

I am not as puffy as expected, either. Also, I'm possibly done with the vicodin; as it turned out, it made me less loopy, more sleepy. Sorry to disappoint those of you hoping for barely coherent ramblings of drugged delusion. *g* So, all in all, it's going well. I'm achy and I miss solid foods, but word has it both limitations should be getting gone soon. I'm about to go take a bubblebath and hide out on the couch again, this time with added entertainment. Now, if only the house were configured for wireless...

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[raucousraven.livejournal.com]

Ah, who needs that pesky wisdom anyway? Enjoy your drugged-out state and all the dvd-watching it allows (I think I watched the BBC Pride and Prejudice, yes, all six hours of it). And may I add that the one thing I learned from having my own wisdom pulled out at the roots was this: take the second dose before the first runs out. Thank you, thank you very much! *bows*

*skritches your puppy under his no-doubt adorably goofy ears*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

take the second dose before the first runs out.

Ah, the wisdom lesson of the ages. As it turns out, wasn't so much done with the soreness, so the vicodin is hanging around for one more day. My only disappointment is that my seasons of Highlander are not going to arrive in time to entertain me in my delirium; I think I held off on the purchase slightly too long. No men with long hair, long swords, and short kilts to parade through my living room. *sigh* What is the world coming to?

The puppy does, in fact, have adorably goofy ears. One of these days I'll get around to owning an actual digital camera, and post some pics of the assorted zoo. Between my dog, the Mini Heathen From Hell Who Employs Cuteness As Defensive Strategy (a.k.a. the Jack Russell), the two cats, the two rabbits, the sister's fish, and the frog, we've got a full compliment. And as of yesterday, we have a boarder in the form of a winged friend. We joke that my dad's going to retire and change his name to Noah. Or Francis. *g*

[aurora]

I felt bad for the poor anesthetist, though, who felt bad because he couldn't get the first vein to thread.
Ha, same here! They had to prick my other arm to get a good vein.

And waking up from narcosis is still one of the worst experiences I've had ever (also for wisdom teeth removal), so I'm glad it went okay for you.

*offers virtual ice cream*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Ha, same here! They had to prick my other arm to get a good vein.

Mine didn't even bother switching arms. I think he decided my arms were unreliable and just went for the hand. He gets big credit points, though, for the fact that I'm only slightly bruised at the insertion site. Given that I get a reasonable hicky approximation every time they take blood, that's an accomplishment.

Sorry you had such a rough time with the narcosis. I was downright shocked at how much of a non-event mine was, given the horror stories I'd heard. It seemed like every other person I talked to had been violently ill, or otherwise traumatized by the experience.

*offers extra spoon for ice cream sharing*

[aurora]

Ooh, hand? Didn't that hurt?

Given that I get a reasonable hicky approximation every time they take blood, that's an accomplishment.
Yes. I look so abused the days after they have to draw blood. :-/ :)

I'm glad you had no narcosis issues. Mine were over pretty quickly, but I remember waking up, attached to a bp monitor (that started beeping like crazy cause I freaked out :D), and being SO COLD. Seriously, I couldn't stop shaking. Someone came to check on my pretty quickly, covered me with a blanket, and I think I fell back asleep after that (they probably also injected me with something). But for that brief period of time, I felt so incredibly helpless, that I started crying. Go me! /tl;dr

But I got to eat a lot of ice cream afterwards, and haven't had dental problems since, so it's all good.

[babelmira.livejournal.com]

I demand stoned rambling about life, the universe and who's better in bed - John, Dean or Sam.

*gakked from ignipes, I think. My brain shut down when I read the comments*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Ooo. Well, I'm not sure about the stoned quotient, since I'm down to a single vicodin at a time, but I can certainly manage rambling, even stone-cold sober. So, let's see...

Each of them would have their strengths, of course. John's got experience on his side, Dean's got... well, okay, experience on his side, and Sam's got 'considerate' rolling off him in waves. Also, they all look damned fine in a pair of jeans, which is test number one in my world. They all have really, really good hands, although I think Sam wins on that front. Really nice grins, too, all around.

John would be slow and careful, all rough hands moved gently. Sex with him would be its own kind of ritual, keeping a whole other breed of demon at bay. The problem, though, is that I doubt there'd ever be only two people in John Winchester's bed. Lie down with John, lie down with his ghosts.

Sam would spend the night. He'd curl around you, and bury his head against your hair. He'd be the one to whisper quietly to you, and mouth your name against your skin. Sam's also got the advantage of size on his side (and no, I didn't mean... huh. Then again, there's that, too). Sam could carry you around while using the Eyes of Soulful Intent on you, and who would turn that down?

For my own personal preference, though, I'd have to bed Dean. I have a thing for smartasses, and an even bigger one for the type that hide a deep man underneath. Anyone on the outside of his definition of 'his' would get the ride of their life, because damn that boy is hot, and I get the feeling there'd be no shame there, either. Anyone on the inside would have him for life, because Dean may play, but sometimes it's for keeps. Cassie proved that he's capable of much more than the light one-nighter (not to mention that he's capable of arching off a bed while hissing attractively). Give me the boy who can be both sweet and dark, and I'm there. Give him eyes like that, and I'm lost.

Need to mosey on over and find out what the general consensus on this subject was. You said it's over in ignipes's zone?