WHEN I GOT MY WISDOM TEETH PULLED
Picture me as a 16 year old.
- •My dad was against it entirely. He doesn't believe in surgery unless for emergencies. (My parents believe in a mix of Eastern and Western medicine leaning towards the East).
- •Somehow the dentist convinced my mom who convinced my dad.
- •For some reason, despite (maybe because of this?) my dad brought me to the appointment, not my mom.
- •It went fine. And then they brought me to a little room to relax after for a few minutes.
- •They come back to get me to to bring me to fill out the final paperwork at the check out desk.
- •I FAINT!!!!!!!
- •I had never fainted before. Weird feeling!
- •I sort of just fell back on where I had been lying down so I was fine.
- •My main memory was coming to and seeing my dad's face. It was this beautiful mix - he was worried and LIVID. He was white as a sheet (and we are already a very pale family).
- •I assured him I was OK. The people at the office assured him too and just explained I had low blood sugar because you can't eat or drink after midnight the night before.
- •One seemingly nice nurse decides to address this by handing me a piece of chocolate.
- •I did hesitate. I've just had oral surgery. But I also had fainted and felt weird so, I popped the chocolate into my mouth.
- •It immediately went straight to the back of my mouth and into the 4 gaping bloody holes where my teeth had just been.
- •That was a rough next few minutes guys, not gonna lie. I'll spare you the details.
- •My dad was still livid.
- •As soon as I had rested a few more minutes, he basically pulled me by my collar out of the office.
- •Sadly I think I went to sleep when we got home so I missed what was probably an epic "I told you so!" rant from my dad to my mom about the Three Stooges-esque experience we had. That's my main regret.