A Puffy Cheek.

Today, or technically yesterday since its 1:18 in the morning, I had my wisdom teeth pulled out. See, I would have had it pulled out 3 weeks ago, but I didn't follow the rule by not eating or drinking 6-8 hours before. For some reason, I dreamed the night before that I was already at the office getting my teeth pulled out. Sadly, the surgery was not how I pictured.

When I arrived at the office, I waited as I watched the surgeon walk by grabbing folders and tossing envelopes around. He stood about six feet tall, and for some reason he reminded me of a hairless Santa Clause. From his personality, I felt a little skeptic because of the way he treated his patients. He seemed too nice and a little too laid back. After, I heard my name. I followed this lady into a room far from what I dreamed. See, in my dream, I pictured a clean white room, with a dentist chair, and an oxygen mask waiting for my usage. It was the complete opposite. The place looked as if it was a scene in an 80's horror movie. A movie where a doctor straps down a patient and carefully slits each part of the person's living body while the nurse watches in laughter. Anyways, I removed my jacket and shoes and laid on this table (kinda like the autopsy tables seen in C.S.I). They strapped me down making sure I would not move during the operation, and placed this stapler looking thing on my index finger which checked my pulse. Now as they were doing this, I was wondering, how are they going to put me to sleep? They were going to put me to sleep, right? Unexpectedly, the surgeon grabs my arm, and sprays this chemical that instantly freezes my arm. He then went on talking about how this is similar to a snow boot in Alaska crushing an icicle which made me confused. Doing so, he grabbed a needle, and injected it through my vein. I became relieved because I did not feel the injection but gazed as bits of blood squirted from my arm. Moments later, I remember looking up at the ceiling as they placed these goggles on my face and completely falling deep asleep. I hear the cracking of bones being crushed together for a split second and wake up immediately after. And let me tell you, once I woke up, my whole body felt like a twizzler. My head felt completely light, and I did not have any feeling in any of my arms. My attempt at walking around resembled an orangutan. Bringing my arms back and forth as my neck was hunched out. It came to the point where I needed assistance from the surgeon to escort me to the car. Once I sat in the car, I fell asleep only to be awaken from the pleasuring smell of cookie dough ice cream my mother bought from Baskin Robbins.

Also, I went Go-Kart racing with Antoine, Aaron, Donald, Anthony and Khoi. Pretty Cool. I need to get my lisence.