I used to get terrible anxiety attacks when it came to medical things. Just a few years ago, I was in tears and holding my mom's hand when I had to get a little flu shot. Then the one time, they had to litteraly drag me into the dentist to get a cavity filling. But suprisingly, I wasn't too nervous as I sat in the office awaiting my surgery to get my wisdom teeth chiseled out of my jaw. Not to mention, they had cheesy Backstreet Boys music playing on the intercom which was mellowing me out. So, the doctor came out and we got introduced to one another. His hand shake told me everything would be alright. So did the hug my mommy gave me. So I willingly followed the doctor back to the room, without showing any signs of throwing a panic attack like I commonly would have. I pictured the room to look alot different than it did. For some reason, I was expecting a dark room with a bunch of intimidating machines that beeped alot. Also, I imagined there to be alot of nurses with those white hats on. I was wayyy off. The room was open and well-light. There was just a single, reclinable chair with a small table of tools next to it. Not one thing scary about it. It was oddly welcoming. So i jumped on the chair. This dude put those oxygen thingies up my nose. Then, he put a torniquet on my arm. He started hitting my arm and saying 'C'mon skinny. Let's see some veins.' I guess the laughing gas was kicking in because I thought these were the best few words to ever grace my ears. I started laughing so hard. Doctor: How are you feeling? Me: Um... silly! I actually said silly! Then, I remember seeing the shutters on the window get all droopy and swirly. It was really fun. I laughed some more. And that is the last thing I remember. I didn't dream at all. So it didn't feel like any time had passed. I later learned, I was down for about an hour as they dominated my mouth. They got all my wisdom teeth out and pulled my last rooted baby tooth. Yes, I'm sixteen and still had baby teeth. A little kid is me. But from my perspective, I just woke up clueless in a different room. My mom was sitting next to me. My lips felt like those wax candy lips and I swear I thought they accidently removed my tongue too. It was so uncomfortable. Especially all that gauze. Blah. Mom left to pull the car up. I was left with some random nurse lady. She kept telling me how brave I was. That's the first time in my life any one ever called me brave. She brought me out into the lobby area again. I noticed there was other people in there too. I smiled at them, but they all gave me dirty looks. I was so confused. Meanwhile, I just 'thought' I was smiling. In reality, I was too numb to show expression and there was blood dripping from my mouth. Too much detail I know but I think it's so funny. I probably scared the crap out of those poor people. Nurse lady brought me outside to the car. I was so messed up. I tried to tell her 'Thank you'. But i just kept failing at all my many attempts. The closest sound I could make to it was 'Fanks'. Don't remember the car ride home. Actually, this entire Wednesday was a big blur. All I remember was getting home and Rachel cracking up at me. And i just kind of made noises at her and yelled for 'PUDDING!' I for sure would have laughed too. It's always funner looking at messed up people from the outside. I slept alot. I didn't really have much control over that. Mom took awesome care of me all day. I love her. It's so nice to have a mom that is a nurse. She fed me awesome-o pills that made me feel like I was floating on cloud nine. And she gave me lots of pudding and jello. I usually hate both, but they turned into gourmet meals when you can't eat anything else. I woke up a little more 'with' it this morning. Rache stayed home from school and was my nurse. Very sweet of her. We watched Vanilla Sky. Regardless of the fact that I was completely drugged up on pain pills, that movie was insane. But very cool. So that's my story. Thanks and hugs to all those who've been cheering me up and sending me their sympathy. I really don't need it as much as some people out there though. But all your thoughts are helping me to recover speedily. I should be up and on my feet again in no time.