So, I had my wisdom teeth out yesterday. Well, actually only three wisdom teeth out. They decided that because one of my wisdoms was impacted they'd take out a back molar instead. I was so incredibly nervous on my way over to the dentist. I had expected to be put to sleep with 'gas', but they pulled out a needle out on me. I'm fucking terrified of needles... don't ask why... but I just am. I nearly freaked out. Fortunately I was out pretty quick. When I came to I was pretty out of it. Dad told me that I was saying stuff that I don't even remember! Apparently when he came in I was like "OK, lets go now" and the dentist was like "Umm... perhaps you should lay down for a while longer". Crack up. But, OMG the anastetic (or however you spell it) has fucked with me. I fell asleep yesterday afternoon. I woke up in the middle of the night and decided that I would go to the bathroom and take the swab thingees out of my mouth. Ended up collapsing in the bathroom. Thank god I didn't bang my head on anything. And thank goodness my mum heard me... well, actually I think I woke the whole family up. I was so out of it... I curled up on the bathroom floor for a while before finally getting up and heading back to bed. It was kinda like I was drunk. So yea... just been vegging out today, mainly watching videos. Haven't eaten much... just mushed up apple, custard and potato and gravy from KFC. I can tell you one thing for sure... I'm sick of feeling icky. But, at least it's all over and done with, right? Since having my teeth pulled... I've watched... The Royal Tenenbaums, The Rules of Attraction and 'O'. Might have to watch another DVD now.