What a great way to start the year. The day after I get back from my endless partying in Tarija, I get my wisdom teeth removed. Not one, not two, not even three; but all four of my wisdom teeth removed.
The day has come. I enter the dentist’s office and the nurse tells me to lay down and relax. How can you tell someone who is extremely nervous to calm down? It is impossible! I start fidgeting and playing with the dentist’s instruments. Out of nowhere, the chair I am laying on starts moving and I can’t make it stop. It starts making weird noises and the light starts flickering. What do I do? Do I call the nurse? My mom? I have no clue.
The dentist finally enters the operating room and I act as if I did not touch anything. The dentist pricks my mouth with anesthesia, and after some time I can not feel anything. I can not speak, nor talk. She starts cutting my mouth open and asks questions about my vacation. I make weird noises, because I can not pronounce any words. The dentist acts as if she understood every single murmur that has came out of my mouth.
Out of nowhere, she starts yanking my teeth from my mouth. I can taste my blood; not a pleasant flavor. When the surgery is done, I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. I LOOK LIKE A FRICKING SQUIRREL! I look like I was run over by a truck and then kicked in the face.
I exit the operating room and see my mom waiting outside with a pack of ice. The dentist approaches my mom and blatantly comments: “There was more bleeding than usual. It could have been from all those New Year’s drinks your daughter had in Tarija.” My mom looks at me. I laugh uncomfortably and rapidly head towards the door.
