4 Teeth Out.
12/06/2009
Sure, i've had worse. When i was 8, i had 7 teeth out. And did i care? Nope, because the teeth grew back, as teeth tend to do once in a while. (A while being a lifetime). I've had my while. My teeth aren't growing back. Ever. Ouch. The ones that specialize in the chomping of Tuna sandwhiches and Ben & Jerries and Rhiannon's crisps. I went to the same place as i did last time, where my mum beat up a nurse who was waking me up at the time. This time no beating up occured, but i think the procedure was the same. I was givent some "Magic cream" that made my hand go wrinkley and was supposed to stop the pain when the needle entered my skin. By the way, it didn't. That needle hurt like hell. Then they asked if i wanted to see the thing that was putting me in some kind of coma being injected into me. I said "yes" to be polite. It was literally the length of my arm. Almost as thick, too. Then my whole arm felt freezing and it felt like someone was strangling me. The next thing i remember, i was in a wheelchair. It was rad. I couldn't wheel myself though, which was a bit of a downer. Then i fazed out, and suddenly i was in a chair, asking if it was a dream. It felt like a dream, everything fuzzy and forgotten, until i focused. A sheet saying what i was alowwed to eat. Faze. Wanting to sleep. Faze. Trying to walk. Faze. And suddenly, i was in the car. I had a few stitches and 4 giant holes in my gum, and nothing to eat all morning. My mouth was full of blood and it didn't taste too bad, at first. But then it started to get boring. Tough luck, though. I still have that taste now, over 9 hours, a bowl of noodles, 4 yoghurts, and 7 glasses of juice later. I'd miss this for Maths any day.
Juiced 9:35 am
