My wisdom teeth have come out.

It was a pretty neat adventure. First, I filled out some forms. Then, I went with a nurse to a room, and took off my jacket. Some rules were explained to me, asking various questions involving allergies, followed by meeting the surgeon to do the operation and being guided *out* of the room back to the waiting area. Then, to my super-surprise, the nurse came surprised me by bringing me my coat. It was a close call. Then some stuff happened with sedation and drills and such, and then I was riding home with my mom, with cotton-balls in my mouth. Pretty super, huh?

That was supposed to be bland.

Even though I shouldn’t be bragging about it yet, because the third day is supposed to be the worst, I have completely muscled off all the after-effects. I have literally just shrugged them off. It’s a good thing and a bad thing. While I can still function normally and get all my stuff done that I need to, I can’t quell the pain. I was fully conscious during the anesthesia-stage, while they told me I would be drowsy and drifting in and out. I wasn’t at all drowsy or sluggish after the operation. I had a slight equilibrium issue whilst walking for about 2 minutes. When I got home, my mouth hurt. I had only three teeth out, but two were impacted (luckily not having put too much pressure on my bottom teeth yet) and the third being deeply embedded up high, almost sharing a tissue wall with my nasal cavity. Needless to say, the pain was pissing me off, so I took two Penicillin and a Tylenol 3. A half hour later, the pain had not subsided and I was wide-awake. An hour later I took another T3. Since then, I have felt nothing of it. I’ve since taken four Ibuprofen. The pain has settled to a dull creak in my jaw, and my alertness is still on par with that of a mongoose. My body… is… resistant. I just don’t give in to drugs (marijuana exempt). I have a high body weight, sure, but the amount and strength of the pills I was taking more than makes up for that. I feel as though I could become an assassin who deals in poisons and, similarly to Westley of the Princess Bride, simply ingest all the deadly elixirs I would dole out to my marks and shrug off the effects. I am the man of mercury veins.

So, now that I’m done gloating, I’m sure you’ll all see me tomorrow with newly puffed up cheeks and bruised and a bruised throat. I have one thing to say to that. Bring it on.