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They gave me a nice teeny tiny pill, and told me to sit back, close my eyes, and relax. And I earnestly and truly tried to relax, despite the constant beeping of the heart monitor. After about twenty minutes of trying to feel sleepy and non-nervous, I was asked if I was feeling relaxed. "Sort of." They gave me a second pill, and said to try another ten minutes...

The last time I got wisdom teeth yanked, those two pills combined had me loopy and free from all earthly concerns in fifteen minutes flat. This time, they mostly helped me think calmly about how the anesthetic was probably working just fine, and that all the pressure I was feeling in my mouth wasn't actually pain, and that sort of cracking sound was probably intentional.

The actual tooth removal took maybe five minutes. Might've been three. Away went all the little tools I couldn't see through the special goggles and the hilarious pink oxygen-pumping nose thing, in went the gauze, and I finally asked what was next. Which was apparently nothing: that was it.

They wheelchaired me out to the car, while I continued to feel pleased that things were over but not particularly relaxed until, oh, about five minutes ago. And now I'm sort of woozy. And thirsty. And hungry. (Couldn't eat or drink anything since breakfast, which was not large.) I hope I can yank out the gauze soon, because by god I want a bottle of tea and some damn soup.