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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[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.