Make of it what you will. Laugh if you dare.

Either way, because they’ll never actually emerge from my gums, I have to get them surgically excavated. If I decided to leave ‘em in, they’d (supposedly) become cancerous and cause even more pain. So surgery it is.

I’ve only had one other surgery in my life: a tonsillectomy back in 7th? 6th grade?
Pretty sure it was 7th.

Anesthesia is interesting. When you wake up after a dose, it feels like no time has passed. In fact, I was told that the most common question in the recovery room after surgery is, “So, when are you guys gonna do [insert your favorite surgical operation]?” to which the nurse responds ten times out of ten, “We already have.” I would’ve asked while I was in there too, but the post-tonsillectomy-throat-pain told me that the deed had already been done. Moreover, I couldn’t talk.

So ice cream and mashies were a plus. Missing school was also a luxury—back in middle school when missing school wasn’t fatal to the grade. And I even got a new GameBoy game as a get-well-soon present from my parents. Recovery life is the good life.

Anyway, surgery #2 is coming up (eventually) and I felt like writing. This is the result. Thanks. I’m out.