ok, let me just tell you all that wisdom teeth suck. there is no way of being eloquent about it. they just really really suck. they make your face feel like you're storing ping pong balls for a random occassion in which having ping pong balls in your cheeks will be perfectly appropriate and quite advantageous. I also have these really long and pokey edges of the stitches rubbing against my gums and cheeks and thats not exactly a sweet deal either. but the point of this is not to corral sympathy, though if you'd like to give me a call it'd be nice (and my tongue has shrunk back to normal size, so you'll actually be able to understand me, if you ever could) and I certainly wouldnt turn you away. (though i might be doped up which would make for quite a good bit of black mail someday) but as i was saying, the point of all this was not to corral sympathy or pity, but really just to express how unprepared i really was for this emotionally.

you ever know you have to do something, but ur not really sure what it entails, but that you know it entails some sort of grueling discomfort and so you decide that you'd rather just not know whats going to happen and not think about it, rather than find out everything you can and have some semblance of certainty about your doom? well that was how i was approaching this thing. I wanted to be totally knocked out during the whole thing, and preferably doped up for the duration of recovery.

However I ended up being awake the whole time, groggy and numb, but awake and uncomfortable.. oh yeah and really freaked out.

afterward i shook like a leaf and cried like i'd seen a ghost. yeah so it wasnt one of my fearless hero moments. but i wasnt sobbing like a baby, dont get the wrong picture. i was just very pale and shaking and crying as if something was in my eyes. it was quite crazy. so word to the wise... ugh irony... keep your teeth where they belong.. in ur goddamn mouth!


or if u get them out keep them on ur coffee table and show everyone who comes to see you!!!