Not exactly your ideal Thursday morning, or any morning for that matter. Rise and shine at 5:30, and off to the hospital for some good old teeth extracting fun. Luckily I had a rock solid support team, and minimal fear of needles, otherwise I may have passed out or thrown up with that doozie of a jab-fest. Large needle + "tiny veins" = multiple stab wounds to the hand.
This medical team (anesthesiologist and understudy) were far too attractive for my liking, considering my state: no makeup, jewlery or anything good smelling. Not to mention the sexy hospital get-up they forced me into. 3 oversized articals of cottony goodness. Enough to make any self respecting woman protest.
I couldn't help but notice, everyone in the gowns looked near death. Depressed, crying, pale... and here I am, taking pictures of my "sexy back" and sending them to said support team.
Down with wisdom teeth. Up with recovery, green jello, and apple sauce.
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