None the Wiser
Here I am, back in Iowa minus all four of my wisdom teeth, which were removed this morning while I was under heavy sedation. Very heavy sedation – I don’t remember a thing about the operation, except trying and failing to stand up when it was over. Apparently I was a hoot on the way home – I just babbled on unintelligibly, mouth stuffed full of gauze and lower lip numb and swollen, and Mom swears she had to pull over and ask me to stop lest she pee her pants laughing.
Twelve hours later, my head feels full of gauze, or Vicodin, or whatever, and I just spent several minutes stirring a packet of powdered cheese into a mug of warm milk, wondering why it wasn’t brown and if those little white clumps were supposed to be fake marshmellows. But I can remember things that happened an hour ago, and speak in my usual semi-coherent fashion, so my recovery is well under way. The chicken soup must be working.