(and perhaps i will pass away, never knowing the appropriate places for commas.)
*edit* okaay so all four of my wisdom teeth are sitting on my desk bathing in some peroxide. they are huge. one of them managed to break into 5 parts. its nice having your teeth to look at. like a trophy. my mom has kept all our lost teeth since forever. she is a true collector. and she also has been the best at babying me and treating me like a princess. i have also been held captive in her hands until the third day where it is now appropriate to go out. cept im still on the painkillers and i gotta drive to school soon. hehe. after hearing all the horror stories of wisdom teeth extraction my experience wasn't so bad. i have some poofiness in my cheeks but nothing horrible. and of course the pain is not pleasant but pain killers are wonderful. i started crying before they knocked me out because i was soooo freaked. its too bad they put a telemetry monitor on me .. and the monitor was staring at me in the face. so here i was all strapped in with oxygen up my nose, getting poked, and trying to assess my heart rhythm. hahaha. exactly on the cardiac floor at the u. that mustve been why i freaked. cuz i felt like a freaking patient. my heartbeat went from 118 to 138. then they put me to sleep and all i can remember right before that is the feeling of panic rising and pressing down my chest. then i woke up and now its fun playing around with the stiches all up inside my mouth. all in all i've learned that ive become way desensitized to my patients. i've lost thought and consideration related to their hospital experience. is it the first in their lifetime? because having something stuck up the nose and being connected to IVs, poked, probed, losing control of your body, and being told what to do without really knowing why is a terrible horror. im glad this experience renewed my perspective.
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