Back when I was a teenager, I was informed that I would have to have my wisdom teeth extracted. Oh dear...I had heard so many different horror stories about having this done and I was not very happy with the fact that I had to have mine out. But, given the risks of not having them out I guess I "agreed" to have them out. They were not causing me any trouble at that point but I knew that if the teeth weren't dealt with, they would cause trouble down the road.

So, the day of my surgery arrived and I was a bit unsure of what to expect. I had told the oral surgeon that I didn't want to know anything so whatever he had to do to make that happen, would be great! :)  He had assured me that I would receive laughing gas to "knock me out". I was like "Wow...this ought to be fun!"! Mom drove me to the dentist that morning and I waited for my turn in the waiting room. It wasn't long until they called my name and back to the sedation room I went! (I think that is what they call that room where they give you the anesthesia) They gave the the gas and the next thing I knew I was waking up.

Now, this was where the fun part began. I started to wake up and was VERY confused. My mouth felt like it was full of cotton and I could barely talk. Then, I started to bawl my eyes out. I am not sure why this happened but the nurses were fine with it and acted like they had seen my reaction 100 times before. I was moved to a recovery room and then mom came in to see how I was. I was so embarrassed when she told me how I was crying and acting like a baby. As mom helped me to the car I sheepishly bid farewell to the office and got in the vehicle. Boy, was I GLAD to be leaving that place!

My recovery was anything but smooth. I developed an infection and was on antibiotics for two weeks following. My pain was awful and it took me 2 hours to eat a bowl of mac and cheese. Boy oh boy, I would NOT like to go through that again...EVER!!!