Here is what I remember.
Going to the office.
Getting wired with pulse and heartbeat monitors.
Hearing my heartbeat skyrocket when they needled my arm.
Asking the doctor if he was a liscenced anethesiologist.
When he told me I'd get sleepy and kinda drugged, I said, "sounds like a party".
Then I showed up on my sofa at home.
I'm sure I got there somehow, but that part is all a blur. So now I'm out 4 wisdom teeth, which is good. Vicodin rocks my socks! I could feel the pain fading 5 minutes after I downed it. I guess it's pudding and mashed potatoes for a while for me.
Other than that I really can't concentrate.
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