Yeah, so, last thursday I had all four of my wisdom teeth yanked. Very interesting. My friend Matt kept trying to freak me out by saying "You're going to wake up in the middle of the surgery!"
So what happens? I wake up in the middle of the surgery. But wait, it wasn't all that bad. I guess I still had enough of that sleep/love juice in me that even though it was the most excruciating pain I could possibly experience, I didn't really care... It's kind of weird to explain.
So anyway, my mouth is now inflammed so bad that I look like that kid in that Cher movie that had elephantitis or whatever. Kristy finds it very amusing and decided it would be funny to take pictures of me in this evil state... HA HA.
On a side note, vicodin rocks. I've been having some seriously good hallucinations. Nothing like how people say they see colors and shit, it's just like I'm perpetually walking around in a dream even though I'm awake. I have to constantly keep thinking to figure out whether or not the thing I just heard was real or something my mind conjured.
It's a lot of fun, but I certainly wont mind when all this pain is gone and I can get back to my normal life of IT slavery.