I was doped up and put under before the surgery began - needless to say, I cannot remember much about the procedure other than bits and pieces of what happened afterwards. I woke up completely disoriented, trying to get my bearings. I blacked out again, woke up a few minutes later and noticed Ash sitting next to me and one of my disgarded teeth laying in a pan in front of me.
Either being serious - or joking around - the dentist asked me if I wanted to keep it, to which I said "yes". I don't think he expected this - kind of like that episode of The Simpson's where Bart picks the elephant over the cash prize - but Ash told him that I actually "didn't want it" and had it taken away. Which makes sense - what am I going to do with it? What use would it actually be to me?
I remember getting up and sitting in the wheelchair to be wheeled out of the hospital. Then my memory shifts to being OUTSIDE and then getting into our car. What I didn't remember, however, was Ash saying that I was spinning myself in circles. I believe her. Seems like something I would do, I guess.
Apparently, on the way home, I told her I loved her for taking care of me - something else I don't remember. Also, apparently..I told a dog to get out of the way of the car.
In the last 30 or so hours, I've been on a cocktail of Tylenol 3's, Ibuprofen and Antibiotics. As well as having ice packs attached to the side of my head for an hour at a time, with half hour intervals.
It's progressing rather nicely - I ate almost an entire box of instant potatoes for supper. I love me some instant potatoes. I also had a bowl of ice cream. So, healthy eating indeed.