Farewell Wisdom Teeth

"I'm worried im going to have some sort of freak ressistance to the gas the dentist will use to put me asleep. Why can't my teeth live happily every after?"
That is the last thing I wrote in my journal before being called back for surgery.
"How are you today Miss Holland?" my nurse asked as she lead me around the curved hallway. We passed a small room where my sister was on an oversized chair lying motionless with a stranger hunched over her digging at her teeth. I swallowed loudly, "I'm a little nervous."
That was a lie. I was terrified.
The nurse had me sit in an identical chair I just saw my sister in and leaned me back until i was laying horizontal with the ceiling. I focused intently on the TV screen hanging above me. She reached around me and place a rubber cup on my nose. "This should block out any sense of pain," she said. A metallic odor filled my nostrils accompanied by panic. Did she just say should? She turned the nozzel on the gas tank and left me alone in the room.
The edges around the TV began to blur and my tense body began to relax. "How are you Chelsea?" she asked coming back to my side. "I can't move," I said quite sleepily.
The next few sentences were blurred together with the sound of concern. My mind began to race. If my nurse was concerned, I should most definitely be concerned as well. Instinctively, I tried to raise my arms to remove the rubber mask from my face...but I couldn't. My limbs were suddenly numb and motionless.
What went wrong? I asked myself.
Did she turn the gas on too high? Will I ever wake from this sleepy state?
Then I realize exactly what was wrong...I was turning to stone.
My arms and legs were so heavy I couldn't even manage a wiggle. My breathing was slowing down. And just like that my cheeks were too heavy for my face. I felt them slide past my ears with an unbearable pressure.
Maybe, I began to think, I can muster up enough strength to fall to the floor and rip the mask off. But before I could think twice about it the edges around the TV began to sharpen. "You're all finished Chelsea, you did beautifully," a familiar man said to me. I felt a shot of mobility spread throughout my body as I was being sat up. By the time I was to my feet and out the door all of my senses were back.


So now I'm sitting in my room with major pain in the mouth region, while my sister is down stairs singing to Alicia Keys because her operation was ten times more simple than my own. Because my wisdom teeth were laying down on their sides, where as her's were straight up and down.
So I would just like to say while every one is sound asleep at home, thank you're lucky stars you didn't turn to stone today.


FIN.