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During my exile here in blogland, the few weeks that my blog went missing, GoddessOfTheDawn was kind enough to give me a guest writers spot on her blog. Thanks again for that
I decided to repost it here since I enjoy this story very much.
Was browsing through GoddessOfTheDawn blog and came across her post about getting a wisedom tooth removed. Got me thinking about the time, a few years ago, that I had to make that same trip. So here you are my Freaky Darlings, the funny story about the Dude getting his teeth Removed.
"FlashBack: The Laughing Gas Experience"
One fine and glorious spring day in the illustrious Western PA, little town of McMurray, the dude made his journey to the oral surgeons office. A week earlier, my dentist had informed me that all four of my wisedom teeth were impacted and they must be surgically removed. The thing that made me say "huh, what the fuck?", was that while writing out the reccomendation he said to me,
"Heres the surgeon I want you to use, he'll give you some good drugs" and he fucking winked at me. Um, ok then. So a week later I make my way to this dudes office. We go through the usual hub bub, and in the reclining dentist like chair I go. The oral surgeon sticks an IV in my arm and the happy juice begins to flow into my blood stream. Then he informs me that his nurse is going to hook me up to a tank of "Laughing Gas". I immediately smirk.
Now before I go any further with this I must tell you something about myself. At this point in my life, I had experimented with quite a few different drugs, nothing too crazy but def had my fair share of "Being wasted." Pot, def being my drug of choice. I also used to eat lots and lots of magic mushrooms when I was a teen and used LSD more than a few times in college. I loved to go out in public, well a few hours into the trip when I could keep a hold of myself. One horrid night while back at home I had to go to my parents house in the midst of a horrid bad trip and had to talk to my dad for an hour while my cat stood in the corner and I watched in utter dred as its fur crawled all about it. I almost geeked the fuck out during that, but I held strong lol. Maybe Ill tell you all that story some other time. So lets just say that the dude can control himself when he is "wasted". Ok, on with the story.
The surgeon leaves the room and his nurse hooks a mask up to my face and twists the nob on the Laughing Gas tank. I hear the hiss of the gas as it rushes through the mask.
"Just take deep breaths for a bit" she says.
Well shit silly lady, you dont have to tell me that! I start huffing, big huge heaves of my chest. Taking in large quantities of this strange tasting air. After about 5 minutes the doctor comes back into the room and sits on a stool next to me. He removes the mask from my face and shuts off the tank. We begin to chit chat. He asks me about school, about work, what I want to do for a future career. This is to range how my speech is so he can make sure that Im feeling the effects. And Im just rolling perfectly through all of his questions.
Amazed, he whips his head in my direction and asks "Are you feeling that?"
What is going through my head at that moment:
"Dude, I have NEVER been this fucking wasted in my ENTIRE life! I cant focus my eyes, my head is spinning, my body is INTENSELY buzzing and humming all over. I am fucking wasted hahaha."
What I say to the doctor:
"Eh, not really."
He says thats what he thought and so back on the mask goes and the hissing sound begins again. The doctor leaves the room once again and the nurse turns her back on me to clean and sterilize the equipment they are about to use. While watching the nurses back, I find my hand reaching over to the tank next to me. I crank that SOB up to full blast. Oh my good lord the shit that comes through the mask nearly knocks me out of my seat. But I steady myself and take it ALL in! Once again the doctor enters the room and shuts off the tank removing the mask. Now, I am REALLY REALLY REALLY high! My head feels like it could just float off into nothingness. He begins to talk to me again. But this time, I hear not a damn thing he is saying. Well, its not really that I cant hear him, but I am way too fucked up to even comprehend let alone form sentences that convey acknowledgement of his statements, which look to me just like random mouth jyrations.
My head falls backwards onto the recliner. I notice this very pretty painting painted onto the ceiling for people to stare at while they lay back. The colors mesh and twirl before my eyes. I dont realize at the time, but I start giggling my fucking ass off. Out of my peripheral vison and hearing I see the doctor look up and laugh,
"Oh yeah, he's feeling it."
Lights out! Im gone. Next thing I know I wake up and am laying on a couch. My sister is sitting next to me laughing. She wipes some of the drool off of my face and helps me to my feet. I fall into the wall. I look her dead in the eye,
"Sister?" (we call eachother sister and brother.)
"*giggles* Yes brother."
"Sister, I am fucking wasted."
"I can see that brother."
"*giggles* Yes wasted brother?"
"I cant feel my fucking head. Is it still there?"
She begins to laugh histerically while she walks me to the car. I pass out. The rest of the day was spent with me falling into shit at home and then about 13 hrs of dead sleep. I have seen and done and ingested some wild and crazy shit in my short 25 years alive. But oh man oh man, Laughing Gas is the shiznittle snip snap sally!
3/2/2006 9:56 am
I've been putting off getting mine removed out of fear, lol.
3/2/2006 10:29 am
lol viva la diference|
Only recently noticed you got your blog back. Then noticed you and the lady haven't seemed to have much time for posting lately, lol...I hope to be "there" soon myself
3/2/2006 2:55 pm
Hmmm...I was terrified of getting mine pulled. Just not so hot on the idea of bleeding gums, nothing but soup to eat for a few days and having my face swell up like a chipmunk (don't know...just don't think the chipmunk look would be so good on me). But reading about your experience...hmmm...sounds like getting them pulled could be kinda fun. |
3/2/2006 6:43 pm
ROFLMFAO..I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall..hehehe|
Laughing gas rocks!!
3/3/2006 7:54 am
can understand that, but its really not all that bad and you feel much better after its all done and over with.
yes yes, back from wandering in the desert for quite some time lol.
oh yeah, alot of unpleasant things that go along with getting the good ol teeth yanked. I was very fortunate. I was able to eat solids again two days later, had very little swelling, and my gums bled the bare minimal. so not too shabby.
3/3/2006 7:55 am
hell yeah, and would have loved to seen a survailence video of that scene. it cracks me up just thinking back to it lol.
and very glad to be back
3/3/2006 11:59 am
well FFA did one of those, you dont pop up until after i replyed to all the other comments, go figure!
Yep Im back, and hopefully for good this time.