Today I have to trudge over to the oral surgeon. This will lead to the eventual ripping out of all four of my wisdom teeth. I know 'everyone's' doing it lately, but to tell you the truth, I'm terrified of getting anything ripped out of anywhere on me, specifically my face. What if it causes some horrible infection and destroys my singing voice forever by changing some little tiny part of the structure of my mouth and alters my acoustics? I guess this is 'minor surgery'. More like miner surgery. And since I've been through more major things, it really shouldn't bother me.
I shouldn't be freaking out. Especially since I've already been through angiograms, etc because of my heart nonsense. That was pretty awesome, though, I'd have to admit. First of all, I was sixteen at the time, the average patient for the procedure is at least 65. The doctor looks at me, looks at the chart, looks back at me and says "Why are you here?" "Oh, they want to find out why my heart is about to explode because eight million blood tests testing everything possible and impossible just haven't shown any signs of cause whatsoever, so I guess I'll just run my parents another $8000 bill." Turns out, that after the whole operation, which I was wide awake during for the entire time (to the dismay of the doctors) came back negative just like everything else.
While we're on the angiogram subject, I'll tell a little bit about it...after I get back from eating breakfast since I'm shaking...
Ok. I'm back now. The fruit this year is amazing. That's all I have to say right now. Absolutely amazing. I'm binging. I never binge on fruit.
All right. Enough of that. Back to the angiogram subject. I got into the O.R. and they said "Now, we're going to give you this relaxation drug. You'll be partly awake during the procedure and you can ask questions, but you won't remember a thing when it's over."
How wrong they were. I was absolutely awake the entire time. It was one of those inner-space camera procedures, so I got to see everything inside my body, which was awesome. I asked about everything, kept asking them to move the screen so I could see it and they were all completely baffled. When they got to my kidneys (it was a renal angiogram) they found nothing wrong at all, so they didn't have to do an angioplasty. I guess that's good, but it meant that the whole procedure was a waste of money for my parents (and time, too, for them) and that I still have hypertension and they can't find a reason.
"It's stress," Mom says. "Haven't I been saying it's stress all along? I'm always right. It's stress." Yeah, no shit, it's stress with you around...
Anyway, in the end, before I went back to my out-patient room, the doctor looks at me and says, "Now, you're the youngest person we've ever had on this table and because you're young, it means you actually have live nerve endings. (Unlike the old people.) Which means you'll be in considerable pain for up to 4 months. When you go home, I want you to lay down flat on your back and not sit up until three days from now."
THREE DAYS??
"Yes, three days." Ok, so I made it through three days of absolutely no movement and I really got to know the ceiling well. It all worked out, because I had dumbass PE that semester and the teacher was totally paranoid I would suddenly drop dead from cardiac arrest, so she wouldn't let me do anything. I did, though. I walked with everyone else. (They had this walking plan, as opposed to running, which was nice, because I definitely can't run for long periods of time.) But then, halfway through everything, she'd come rushing up to me and say "Oh, sit down. Don't strain yourself." So I got an A for not doing anything.
I don't think the wisdom teeth removal will be as exciting, but I'm very weirded out about anesthesia and it's effect of lost time, etc. My father said he blinked once and the doctor came in before the operation, he asked "So when are we going to start?" and the doctor said "We're already finished" and sent him home. That freaks the hell out of me. I guess I could go back and observe it afterwards, because I play with Time a little too much, but the initial loss of it really bothers me.
That's all for now. I must prepare for oral surgeon consultation.
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