The molar of the story

This is the view I had nearly all day today. Why, you ask? Because I had my wisdom teeth removed. I went to the doctor's this morning having dutifully starved and dehydrated myself for the sake of the anasthetic. They put me in the chair, attached all manner of electrodes and monitering equipment to my person (hey, look! My heart rate goes spastic when I think about what I'm about to go through, neat!) and finally, administered the sleepy drug intravenously. The doctor started chatting pointlessly about things, probably to calm me down, then it looked as if the room needed it's vertical hold adjusted, and I konked out. I was unaware of much after that, hazy ghostly dreams that I couldn't see properly, then I woke up and they had me walk to a recovery room. I remember thinking it felt like I wasn't touching the floor. I lay down in the recovery room holding Jason's hand while Brianna made a nuisance of herself until a nurse came in and asked if I felt well enough to sit. I did. I sat up for about a minute, they got a wheelchair, and I was permitted to go home. Oh, and I got to keep my teeth. (sweet! I hope the tooth fairy visits me tonight!) Gradually the blurry, loopy numbness has worn off all day and I feel pretty good now, although I'm just starting to swell in the face and mashed potatoes proved to be too much chewing for me to handle. They say tomorrow I should be really swollen and probably have more pain, too. Hopefully I'll do okay.