Gassy

I bet a title like THAT fooled ya! For anyone in need of a good laugh today, here's a little story...

So, as I've said before, I had two wisdom teeth extracted a couple of weeks ago. They, of course, put me under general anesthetic--which I was really nervous about at first, but now I'm glad I went that route. My mom tells me that apparently I was pretty entertaining as I was coming out of the anesthesia: I was white as a ghost, but sitting up in the recovery room, grinning from ear to ear, and every once in a while I would just giggle.

I do remember much of what happened before (and after, surprisingly enough) I went out. I know I asked the surgeon if I could chicken out, and he told me I could if I really wanted, but of course I didn't. The last thing I remember before I went under was the mask going over my nose...then I was waking up in the recovery room and it was over.

When I woke up in the recovery room, I felt really silly--drunk or (as much as I hate to admit this) high, even. I remember mumbling to the nurse about how much I liked the "dinosaurs on the ceiling...the dancing brontosauruses"...only there weren't REALLY dinosaurs on the ceiling--of any kind, picture or otherwise. I also asked her "where are the rowboats and the pudding". Yea, she had NO clue what I was talking about.

Becker had told me he wrote random thoughts after his wisdom tooth extraction, so I decided to do the same. I asked mom for some paper and a pen once we got in the car, and I wrote down thoughts as they came to me. I wondered how they got me into the recovery room, if they carried me? I mused how the "old dentist" put a rubber block in my mouth so I "wouldn't bite his hand off". While writing notes to Dustin in order to effectively communicate, he wrote notes back to me. At one point I got frustrated and wrote back to him, "Why the f*ck are you writing??? You can TALK, ya moron!" And apparently when we stopped at the grocery store, I told my mom I wanted Neopolitan ice cream...which I don't even LIKE.

The after anesthesia / novacaine WAS NOT quite as fun, however. And of course I had to be my father's stubborn daughter and refuse the pain meds until Friday night when I finally relented so I could sleep w/out pain. But all in all, I survived.
Chuckle-worthy? Yay or nay?