i'm a cheap dental date. one minute watching the IV drip, the dentist says "You should start feeling--" and that's it. i'm out. gone. under.
i come to missing four wisdom teeth, two new root canals and a nice warm heavy feeling all over. and i'm singing along with lionel richie with a gauze-packed mouth.
the next 24-48 hours: vicodin, antibiotics, warm yogurt and fashion magazines. how wholesome.