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June 2, Monday 08

Okay, some cool things have happened to me in like the last five days. I tried to write about them before, but there were accidents with the technology and bad things happened before they could be submitted, so I had to write them again. This time I think I'll make them shorter.

I beleive thursday the 28th was the last needed day of school which was shorter than usual and we had all the business with yearbooks at the end. I was slightly late getting my yearbook and got a few less signatures ( gonk ) but I came back the next day to get a few more. It was eerily quiet and empty that day, because that day of school wasn't necessary and not even some of the teachers showed up, but I got all the student signatures I wanted and only two more that I still don't have. Miss K, the big-haired Spanish teacher who played Spanish pop songs at the start of every class, loved Toby Keith with all her heart and chocolate with all her taste buds, and Bro. Torriente, a retired cop who literally gave everyone the respect they deserved, even a homeless guy under a bush. He bought lunch for that guy. Anyway, that day I had to leave at 8:45 for a wisdom-tooth related adventure.

Actually, my mom made a mistake and we arrived an hour early. Also, she went first, so I waited for 80 no-good-magazines minutes. That was aggravating. Also, I was difficult with the assistant who was taking my x-rays. I was already mad from waiting. She had to try a few times. You've had this done, right? They take a flexible plastic...card, and they have to put it into your mouth before they take a picture with the x-ray. But this wisdom tooth was WAY back there, so she had to push it in really far. It felt like a plastic needle was being driven into the underside of my tongue! But to give them credit, they were doing it perfectly right. There's no way to do that without it hurting. You can't just dole out handfuls of painkiller everytime something is going to hurt.

They showed me the x-rays afterward, and I was not quite prepared for what was on there. Before I'd been a little passive with the whole wisdom tooth thing and understood that we didn't have room for them in our jaws, but didn't completely understand why it was a big deal for mine to have to be removed. Then, in the x-ray, they showed me that the tooth was growing in sideways. eek

That... freaked me out. Even when the doctor told me that it wasn't that rare, I was freaked out and happy that I was here to prevent that thing from growing in (it was still under the gum - - they start out as little buds when you're around ten, which was how they could tell that I only had one. My brother had all four, poor guy.)

Well, I didn't make their hall of fame or anything for being difficult, but I had to have laughing gas for this operation. I was a little afraid of the laughing gas. I was distrustful of being sedated into being happy and calm while they cut into my gum where the tooth was still buried, broke the tooth into peices, took out the peices and stitched up the gum. Yes, I knew what they were going to do. Secondly, in 9th grade I had a creepy teacher (more on him later) who told lots of creepy stories, and one was about some teenagers who wanted to get high and snuck themselves some laughing gas, but dentists mix 1 part laughing gas with 500 parts oxygen and these kids were breathing it pure in a sealed room, so they died of an overdose. I was definitely thinking of that story when they put the mask on.

I was really freaked out about the operation but I kept my composure. I knew that thinking about what they were going to do would be worse than having it done, so I didn't want to think about it. But constantly telling yourself not to think about something doesn't work, so I chose to have my mind elsewhere. My mom was there for support and gave me some helpful advice onlooking at it in a different light, but I came up with a better solution of my own: having a movie song that I liked running through my head when they operated. It took a long time for them to actually go, but when it was time to make cuts in my mouth, I decided on the mouse's work song from Cinderella. This is what I heard in my hour of darkness:

Cinderelly, Cinderelly, night and day it's Cinderelly, Light the fire! Fix some
(*click* VREEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

breakfast! Do the dishes! And the mopping! - - And the sweeping, and the dusting!
*vrt* VREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

They always keep her hopping. She runs around in circles 'till she's very very dizzy
*click* VREEEeeeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEE......*pluck*pluck*pluck*

Still they holler 'Keep it busy, Cinderelly!'
Done!)

Yup. The singing mice got drowned out by the buzzsaw that cut the premature wisdom tooth in peices. But it was okay. I made it through the operation without getting freaked out! It was difficult to concentrate with the laughing gas. My whole mind was unfocused. Once they had to turn the nitrous down because I actually got nauseous from it. (Laughing gas and Nitrous Oxide are the same thing, fyi.)

Um, this journal entry is pretty big already, so I'll describe the aftermath of the operation later. razz