All images in this post are taken from my iPhone with the Instagram app.
The 21st of January looked like this. Blue skies, sun shining, no clouds and 35 degrees celcius (that's 95 degrees fahrenheit for all the Americans out there.)
Not so perfect in my books however, uh uh, no.
It was time for those pesky wisdom teeth to come out.
The day went something like this:
2pm - arrived at hospital. I was ready to run away already. Surely if i wasn't admitted i could still bail out on this, right?
2.45pm - Taken to Room 147, waiting for the nurse. Trying to tell Dad some jokes to take my mind off things...unsuccessful.
3.00pm - Wearing a gown, booties and cap. Hands are starting to sweat.
3.30pm - Dad's leaving. I'm pretending to watch the tennis when in reality I'm debating an escape route.
3.45pm - Anaesthesiologist comes for a final visit before it's time for the holding bay.
4.10pm - Taken to the holding bay. More like 'torture bay.' Given a warm rug and a magazine. Nurse comes and asks for my details for the fifth time.
4.25pm - Escorted with the surgeon to the operating theatre. Trying to play cool, like i've done this a bajillion times. Not sure if my act is believable. Amused by the fact that the doctors and nurses are listening to the radio in the theatre as if my wisdom teeth operation is a party.
"What school do you go to? What do you want to do when you finish school?" The man asks as he injects something into me. His face starts to contort and move.
Next thing i know, the whole room is spinning and i recall asking if it's normal, then BAM, black.
5.40pm - The room is spinning uncontrollably and I call for a nurse. Legs feel as if they weigh at least 100 pounds.
5.45pm - Hooked up to oxygen through a nose tube. Blood. Everywhere. Not. Fun.
6.10pm - Wheeled back to room. Attempt to eat Jelly. One word: embarrassing.
7.00pm - Back to normality. Dressed and ready to go home. Nurse makes me drink water. Water misses mouth and spills all over my shirt and pants, along with blood. "Good look" the nurse laughs. Again, embarrassing.
7.50pm - Discharged.
7.42pm January 22nd - Resembling a beaten up chipmunk. Blue bruises covering my cheeks. Sore, sore jaw. Tired, droopy eyes. Annoying, yucky stitches. But thank-ful.
Thanks for all your messages of support. I am doing okay.
Time for more jelly.