Well, I just had my first every surgery. See, I have too many teeth in my little head and they've made an angry mess of themselves, so I've decided it's time for braces. However, being that my head is so itty, along with getting 6 teeth removed, I need to get my upper jaw expanded (an alternative to getting 8 teeth removed). So, we did all this yesterday. Oh, those poor doctors.

Let me tell you about my experience with their little Halcion-Phenergan pre-op cocktail. I told everyone and their uncle about my happy drugs I got to take, and they were quite amused. To quote my mom, "They're gonna have to pour you outta the car and carry you into the operation room, and you're just gonna be singing." And Bill, the night guy at my job that relieves me most nights, was telling me how I wouldn't think I was high but everyone else would. He tried to tell his doctor it wasn't working, so they were gonna give him more; as he stood up to got get it from them, he just about face-planted. Apparently it was working.

Well anyways, so I was all excited to be deliriously blissful and unaware of my surroundings for this surgery I've been dreading for months. So I take it as we get in the car and I'm so chatty my boyfriend gets off at the wrong exit. Oops. I keep thinking to myself, "Bill's right. I don't feel like I'm high. But I am quite chatty, so I must be... I bet I'll just fall as soon as I try to get out of the car." So we park and get out of the car.... and I don't fall. In fact, I still don't feel high. We get up to the office and I feel myself starting to get nervous. As soon as they call me back I start shaking and crying. Those poor doctors. I got asked three times if I took the pre-op meds and followed the pre-op instructions... I sure did! To a T! I was so good I didn't even take my pills with water, just manned them down with my own saliva. I was told I'd be out cold during the procedure, but I kept waking up. Those poor doctors, lol! I couldn't feel a damn thing but I sure made a stink like I could. They had me all strapped down and they kept having to tell me "Breathe S.L.O.W. Take DEEP BREATHS." He wound up talking me through the procedure, "Ok so this will pinch a bit. This is going to be really loud." Here I am, doped up on halcion, laughing gas mask on, and an IV in my arm and they still can't keep me to stay asleep.

Now I'll be honest. I know I kept waking up through the whole thing and comprehended much of what happened to me. I thought it was odd, I thought to myself afterward, "Why didn't they just give me a bigger dose of the sleepy stuff?" and I thought, maybe I was wrong; maybe they didn't plan to have me out cold. But now, thinking back on it, I don't truly remember any of it anymore. Not one bit. I just remember the story because I keep telling people. It's all just like a dream. Faded just like one. People kept telling me I'd forget things. and it's just amusing to think back on the process. From thinking I'm conscious the whole time to realizing afterward that.... No. I was pretty far gone. Lol

And all I keep thinking is... Those poor doctors! Me causing a stink in all my delirium. I kept trying to sit up, too.... got a bloody nose 'cause I wouldn't listen. My bad.

And then I remember them wheeling my out of the operating room to the front door where my boyfriend was waiting for me with the car. That seemed all well and good, perfectly normally. Of course they'd wheel me out of the office right to the car. Some hours later, after I was home I started to think to myself... "The office is on the 11th floor. Do I have a hover car and not know about it? I recall no elevator!"

And another funny thing... I knew it was going to be hard to talk with this expander in my mouth (During a SARPE, they attach a bar across a couple of your molars and you have a little key and crank it every day for about a week to widen your jaw) but I really couldn't talk AT ALL, and gave up trying pretty quick. Just went home and slept. So my boyfriend wakes me up after a couple hours and says hey, I should change my gauze. Gauze? What gauze? Well, apparently there were these huge gauze rolls in either side of my mouth! OMG, No wonder I couldn't talk! I didn't even remember how they go there! So, I asked my boyfriend, kinda assuming they'd been there since the operation. Well, not quite... APPARENTLY, we had stopped for a Wendy's Frosty on the way home and not only had I taken out the gauze from the office so I could eat, but I put in new gauze afterward. I remember NONE of this!

So, yesterday was a funny day, and today I'm doing just fine. I have my fancy pain meds and my normal pain meds, all the Jell-O and Rainbow Sorbet I can eat, and heck, I'm not even that swollen! I just have a gap tooth and some missing teeth. Oh, and a big bar in my mouth. So I talk kinda funny, and I sleep a lot, but I'm doing pretty good. This surgery thing isn't as scary as it seems. I just feel bad for those poor doctors! Lol!