Well, *that* was interesting.

"You just lie here and breathe through your nose and this is gonna be cold..."

And then I'm thinking "oh, dear, I'm going to puke, I have to get this gauze out of my mouth" and arguing with gdmusumeci about whether or not that's a good idea. I won, mostly by dint of refusing to not do it, although he was probably right.

Apparently all went very well, and much easier than they thought it was going to, although the stuff they gave me to knock me out made me spout bizarre religious-right-conservative political opinions.

I'm doing fine: a bit sore, a bit dizzy, and quite a bit cranky (partially because I really want a smoke and partially because I feel like a vampire -- everything tastes of blood 'cause I'm still oozing on one side).

Thanks for all the advice, and please hold off on the horror stories until I'm not bleeding anymore and we're sure I've escaped the (sfx)Dreaded Dry Socket(/sfx).

I'm having my wisdom teeth out today, so I'm going to be somewhat cranky for the next little bit.

1) It's gonna huuuuuuurt. (Yes, I'm whining.)
2) I can't eat anything all day today. Sugar-crashing aiglets are rarely polite and friendly aiglets. Following that, I'll be eating plain ice cream and broth and things, and it's unlikely that I'll have stable blood sugar until I can start eating real food again.
3) I won't be able to smoke for at least a week or so afterwards (although I admit I'll probably cheat on this one at least a little bit to keep from eating people's heads).

Please, please, please, do not poke at me for the next couple of weeks (I've got other doctor stuff on its way). All this will do is make me cranky and meaner than usual, and I'd rather not be unintentionally terrible to people.

ETA: I plan to spend most of my recovery reading cadhla's comic books and some new romance novels. I may or may not be amenable to company depending on how chipmunky I look and how much I feel like some kind of gross blood-spitting monster.