Well, yesterday was one heck of a day. I was scheduled to have my wisdom teeth removed at 9:45 in the morning, and "Larry" was gonna come with me cuz i was really freaked out. The morning of, he called me and said that we had run into a snag cuz he had to take his sister the car so he wanted to know if i could go down there with him then come back. That was minorly problematic because my mom had just said that we needed to leave at 9:15 and it was already 9 at the time. turns out we could leave at 9:30 and be fine so we did just that. i went and got him, speeding the whole way, only by a few MPH mind you, but anyway, as soon as we got back to my house, we got in the van and headed down to the surgeon's office.
When we got there, my mom was filling out paperwork and i was feeding my baby brother some fruit snacks and Larry was sitting next to me. When they finally called my name, my heart began to race just a little bit. They took us to one of the back rooms for my consultation, where they told me basically everything that my dentist had told me. Anyway, after the consultation was all done, they told my mom and Larry to go wait in the waiting room and I'd be done in about an hour. Then they took me back to one of the operating rooms. Once inside, they had me sit in a super comfortable chair, and the nurse attacked a heart monitor on each side, under my collar bone, and on the left side of my stomach. A nasal cannula was put on me to make sure i had enough oxygen while i was out, and a blood pressure gauge thing was put on my arm to check my blood pressure every 5 minutes. Then she went out of the room to get the doctor. While I was just sitting there, i was trying to calm myself down and not get so worked up over the whole thing, but every time I'd even think about it, like "ok, i'm gonna wake up in about an hour", my heartbeat on the monitor would go from 'beep.......beep......beep" to "beep..beep..beep..beep..beep" which wasn't very fun to watch, honestly. I think it stayed at an average of about 70-74 ish... idk. When it would spike it would get up to about 90. That was when i was freaking out though.
So anyway, the doctor came back in with the nurse and I'm just staring up at the ceiling trying not to think about the fact that they were about to knock me out. I saw the nurse messing with the IV tube sticking out of my arm, and she said "should i give her all of this?" and the doctor was like "oh yeah, give her all of that." then he looked at me and was like "ok, we're giving you something that's gonna make you a little bit happier to be here. You may feel a little funny." right after he said that it felt like i had fog in my brain and i was like "whoa... that feels really weird". And that was the last thing I said and then I blacked out.
And woke up in a wheelchair about an hour later.
My mouth felt super weird. I couldn't feel anything but my top lip, inside or outside of my mouth, and i had stuff shoved back in my cheeks that made it hard to swallow. I heard the same nurse's voice asking me if I was waking up and I randomly started crying. I didn't like anything that was going on. I didn't like that I could barely lift my head, that i couldn't feel my mouth, that I didn't remember being put in a wheelchair. I was just not very happy..
"Do you know why you're crying?" the nurse asked, and although I kinda knew why, I still shook my head no. I don't know why. It was probably the drugs. "do you want anything?" another nurse asked, and when I said "Larry"'s name, it came out super muffled and it took the nurse's 3 tries to figure out what I had said.
"Go get him and her mom." One of the nurse's said, and I heard a bunch of muffled voices, then I heard the nurse that left saying "ok, she's a little weepy already, and she'll probably get worse once she hears your voices, just so you know." Then I heard my mom say hi and, like the nurse said, I got even more 'weepy.'
"I'm right here, sweetheart." 'Larry' said, taking my hand.
"How did I get in the wheelchair?" I mumbled through tears, but nobody answered. Then i remembered that I had been hooked up to all sorts of things before I woke up, and I reached for what would have been the IV in my arm. still crying, I asked "is it out?" to whoever might have been listening, and one of the nurse's said "yep, it's out."
Still being barely able to move my arm, I reached toward my collar bone for where the heart monitors should have been, and I heard the same nurse say "oh look, she's trying to find the heart monitors." then she said "it's ok, everything is off. You're all done. You did great!" But I wasn't satisfied. It still felt like I had all the tubes coming off of me. "do you wanna go home?" She asked, and I nodded weakly. "ok, let's take you out to your car." She pushed my wheelchair out a set of double doors and my car was right there. More tears spilled out my eyes because hadn't the car been farther away before? Nothing made sense. 'Larry' and the nurse helped me stand up and get in the van, and I buckled myself in after a couple tries. On the whole car ride home, I kept seeing double of things, like an old lady walking down the street. There was two of her.
We stopped at Costco to get my prescription and I asked my mom to get me 4 berry smoothies, and she and 'Larry' looked at me like i was possessed, but she got them for me, and I ate one in the car. After we'd gotten my prescription, we drove the rest of the way home, and Larry helped me into the house. I told him I wanted to watch Peter Pan because on the way home, I'd had a dream of Peter Pan selling hats, and Larry had laughed which made me cry some more. It was fun.. So I plopped down on the couch, he got me a blanket, moved the couch in front of the computer with me on it, then started Peter Pan and I fell asleep for the whole movie. He stayed with me for most of the day, but I slept for the majority of the time. In short, i don't think I like anesthesia very much.
